Maid of Honor duties called this weekend, and off I went with the BFF and a small posse to search for that perfect dress she’ll don come December 1st of this year. I’m happy to announce that, after a day-full of intensive gown hunting, the ONE was revealed in a bright vision from the heavens (or something like that), and then quickly snatched up at a bargain. When does that ever happen?! You find the perfect dress AND it’s the perfect price? Seldom, that’s when. The weekend was a success!
In other news, I’ve been camping out at my mom’s as Edd has taken a turn for the worse, and so happy times are peppered in with sad times, but I find myself wanting to feel the full height and width and breadth of it. This is life… filled with both joy and sorrow; both new birth and, yes, death. After all, “the deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain,” remember? (from The Prophet.)
We’re thinking hours or days are now left on Edd’s earthly body, but I have to believe that he’ll awaken on the other side with a new body, and that some day we’ll all be together again and all of this will make sense…
Enjoy a few pretty pictures from the weekend, and then go tell the people you love that you love them, OK? Or better yet, show them. Happiest of Mondays to you. :)
PS – None of the dresses shown are the ONE Megan chose—wouldn’t want to risk the groom seeing! :)