|The altar was so pretty,|
we had a friend take
a picture :-)
We went to a friend's wedding this weekend and the following happened:
* I sat in the corner and simultaneously read and crocheted an afghan while my husband and his friends golfed. Sound lonely? Not on your life. There was no wifi, and the blanket was for the people getting married, and for the first time in… in… in… FOREVER I had a book and my knitting. I had quiet. I had peace. I had the mountains in the background. Mate came in at the split and asked me if I was okay. I was so happy, I teared up. "No computer," I rasped. "Do you know… do you even KNOW how stressed I was?"
* While I was working on the blanket, Mate's friends also came in at the split. They ALL said hi or hugged me, and chatted a minute. You forget how much you love people until you see them after a while. You forget how grateful you can be for human company until you realize they love you back.
|This was right after the golf|
game and before the wedding.
Let's hear it for the sun coming
|Mate is just drunk enough to|
dance in this picture.
|Don't find THIS feature at the|
Marquis on Times Square.
And I love him.
* We were given tiny triangular boxes with butterflies in them before the ceremony started. We rightly surmised that we were supposed to release the butterflies as part of the ceremony, but, well, there were a lot of birds. Let's just say that when Game of Thrones was playing, there was a lot of hypothesizing about how releasing the butterflies was going to turn into The Red Wedding, Wild Kingdom style, with the butterflies starring as the Lanisters. As it turned out, the moment when the butterflies went was actually really lovely-- the birds left them alone, and the rest of the day was filled with butterflies. Some flew around the ceremony, one lit upon the bridal bouquet, one perched above the happy couple as they stood at the altar, and mine hung out on my finger for a few moments. Even later, during dinner, as the sun set, the occasional butterfly still wandered by-- we felt proprietary. We helped make that moment of beauty happen, and since the butterflies were a wish and a prayer, not just for the happy couple, but for the groom's mother (who was a truly lovely, warm, memorable woman) to share in the wedding although she'd been called away too soon, well, that was especially poignant. I guess maybe it was good karma and love that kept the birds away.
Either that, or butterflies ain't good eatin'-- but we'll pretend it was good karma and love.
* Dinner and dancing was filled with good friends, happy to see each other. I got to thank the guy who talked a mildly drunk Mate into accompanying me to New York-- that alone was worth going up to Tahoe.
|Brunch with this view is|
never a bad idea.
Now, I know tomorrow is going to be back to work again. I've already started my list of impossible things to accomplish. I'm already stressing about the kids going back to school on Thursday. Soccer has started, I'm late on five deadlines, and GRL is approaching at warp speed.
Last week I'd wander around the house, crying at odd times, just because I was so tired, and so stressed, and needed a break from all of it just so badly.
This weekend Mate and I had our break.
We may have the same amount of crap on our desks now that we're back, but I think maybe we can both do it without tears.