Um...

I'm getting married.

In three weeks. Well, less than that now.

This time in three weeks, I'll be in Mexico. With my husband.

Skitch... how did I get here?

A year ago? This was not in the "plan". This wasn't even close to the "plan". Church planting? Pastor's wife? St. Louis?! What?!

Yet somehow, in a very short time, the Lord has worked things out to where* they make perfect sense. And I can honestly say that there isn't a trace of fear in my heart about the life-uprooting decision I've made.

My current fear is concerning the schematics of the yet-to-be-located/borrowed sound system... but I'm sure someone qualified will quell that in the next week or so.

There are seven bridesmaids gifts on my floor.

There are six days until my last wedding shower in Dallas.

There are five leaf curtains hanging on various walls of the living room. (2 more to go...)

There are four appetizers to confirm for the menu by next week.

There are three pairs of shoes by the door to take to goodwill before I move to St. Louis.

There are two red shoes under the windowsill.

There is one cathedral length veil (and a pretty, handmade toss bouquet!) in a bag in the corner of my naked-walled room.

It's all happening...

:)

*yes, I know I said "to where". it's 2:07am-- Sheryl... I. Do. Not. Care.

p.s. remember when Hayden Panettiere was little? and Sheryl?! Aww... :)

Addendum to My Posse

Zach Levi, you're out.

Phylicia Rashad. You're so in. I'm sorry I forgot about you.

(Sam you can stay... if you make us dinner.)

*And That Is Precisely Why I Don't Watch Horror Movies.

To this day, every single time I turn on the garbage disposal, I think about Hayden Panettiere looking curious and forlorn and sticking her hand into it.

I'm not disgustingly morbid. It's a scene from an episode of the first season of "Heroes"; when Claire is still morosely attempting to figure out the extent of her healing abilities and subsequently repeatedly attempting suicide or something terrifyingly close to it.

Her attitude during that era of the show always freaked me out. Sometimes, weird things stick in my mind and get under my skin... moments like that. And I don't wanna remember them, but I do. Sometimes for a very long time. It's kind of disconcerting.*

p.s. and speaking of horrible things that freak me out... the movie Seven Pounds. Hated it. I need to see Will Smith in something cool and heroic and redemptive in the very near future to make me forget about it.

Bliss & Hilarity

My two favorite videos right now.

Very different.

Equally fantastic.