Life is back to normal now. The last couple of weeks have been tense as we finished up the last few details for our party on Saturday. Someone told me that we could expect about 70% of our invited guests to attend. In the end, it was more like 93%—yet another reason why I don’t gamble…because you just never know. I have to say that it was a wonderful day, and I felt very loved having so many people come out to celebrate with us.
But the tension—oh, the tension! Home life has been stressful.
I am a pretty chill chick. I haven’t always been this way, but I’ve had a—shall we say, eventful?—past several years. I’ve lost people, lost some dreams, lost the assurance of immortality that young people are so blessed with…what I’m trying to say is that there are much bigger things out there to worry about than a little party with 50 extra people than you tallied in your head.
Nicholas, my Nicholas…not so chill. And we’ll leave it at that.
But, when the day finally arrived, he was the sweet man I married again. Of course, he opened his first beer at 10:00 and didn’t stop for four hours, but you do what you have to do. We ended up with a lot of leftover beer, but Nick is staunch in his belief that he did his part—alluding, I suppose, to the minimal adult beverage that I consumed. Really, he did his part and mine…it’s teamwork you see.
The weather was perfect, the food was tasty, and the company was superb. It was a golden day in the record of my life.
I have mentioned before that I started falling in love with Nick and his obvious nervousness almost instantly. Well, a few weeks into our relationship he played a David Gray song for me. When the song ended, he looked at me meaningfully and said, “It’s the most perfect song I have ever heard.” I now get goosebumps whenever I hear Please Forgive Me. The song was an obvious choice when I put together the following slideshow of photos from the party. Thank you to everyone for sharing in our day!