Tuesday morning, back at work, picking a dryer sheet from the seat of my pants, letting loose streams of 'oh it was lovely! the weather was perfect! I got to see so many people I love! there was big love all around! and a lacy white dress! bright flowers floating in glass bowls! music music, bonfire, meteor shrieking across the night sky!'
I'm glad for a lot of things-- for perfect weather, to have my arms used for setting up and striking tables and fields of white folding chairs, to be a small part of the big, fluid mass that is my extended family, to have a strong arm looped through mine holding me up when my emotions weaken my knees, to have been able to eat a lot of yummy cake over the weekend. It's been real.
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