I know, I know. It’s been a while. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed my regular life and regular projects. I miss sewing on Sundays and working on my book and reinventing my home.
But I’ve been feverishly pulling together this wedding. In a few minutes the Best Redheaded Chica on the planet, Libby, will pick me up and take me to the airport. Where I will fly off to Oregon meet my groom, who arrives via Toyota Tundra tomorrow.
What amazes me is the great cheer, goodwill and hard work people have undertaken to support us in this merging of the tribes. Cousins, nieces, parents and friends and family on both sides have been so thoughtful and good. It makes me feel like I’ve been on the schlumpy side all this time with everyone else’s weddings. I can’t say I have particularly great karma on this:
- Sorry, Kimmy, for being such a crappy unresponsive bridesmaid in ’89 or whenever it was. But I still think it was funny that we hiked those skirts way up.
- Sorry, Kathlyn, for being disappointed that you eloped. I know you wanted it your way, and I could have been a little more gracious around that. I still haven’t gotten you a present, and that will change. Can you still be registered somewhere three years later?
- Sorry, Dan and Maya, and Eric and Kathy, for not being able figure out the time/money equation to get back to Seattle for your wedding.
- Most of all, I am sorry to Ian and So Young that I let our family issues cloud the pure joy that I truly felt when you told me that you wanted me to come to Korea for your wedding. I still don’t know if that is possible with the adoption, but do know that I will do anything to support you in your marriage. And I think I also owe you a present.
Everything’s done that can be done at this stage for our amazing party. We’ll have lots of helping hands for the last-minute stuff.
Next time you hear from me, I’ll be married to the most kind, generous, sweetest and talented man I know.