I went to Sherah's to iron out her program details and get it printed. A job I thought would take an hour, but it got complicated really quickly. Sherah kept calling me,
"Hey. What are you doing?" She would say in a very low, slightly sneaky voice (she was at work). I would tell her, and then she'd say, "Call me back when . . . " I think we called each other 20 times. In between waiting for her, I tried to teach her dog how to roll over. I also called 1-800-Bethany, my former wedding planner to check the details were okay because talking to Sherah so much I was getting sucked into the drama of wedding preparations - when actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated. I printed out the invitations at Office Max with the help of a very competent employee, and brought them home volunteering to fold and put the programs together.
On the way home, I picked up my niece's dress - to which Sherah made several calls to me,
"Did you pick it up? Is there still a stain on it? Call me back when you can see it better."
A little bit later.
"Can you you still see the stain?"
"No, I don't think so. The lighting is not very good here though."
"Can you see the stain."
"No."
"Are you just saying that, because if there's a stain we'll have to bleach it and . . ."
Wow.
I got home to my ever patient husband. The Hennings were over as well - the Hennings are a family I feel as if our lives may mirror sometimes - the father is a geologist and family is in the midst of a move to India. They are under a lot of stress I'm sure, but more experienced with these things and have an unbelievable gift in separating themselves from the stress to be "present" in conversation. I hope to learn from the Hennings.
Maybe it is our youth that blows out of proportion the unknown and unseen stresses, forgetting to enjoy the moment no matter how mundane that moment is in contrast with our ever exciting futures.
I know I should expand on that one . . .
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