Oh, they missed me. I had to stop thinking about how much I missed them because there was so much to do and so many people to be with and if that weren't enough, the heat and humidity were enough to drive the thoughts right out of my head. Tennessee, I love you, but you are not the place to hold outdoor weddings at 4.30 in the afternoon in the thick of summer. No matter. I'd do it again and again-- the bride and I have been best friends since I spent my Jr year of high school in Illinois, and being with her family and friends made me feel all the good and wonder of being 16 again-- while maintaining the emotional maturity I've hopefully grown into since then. I felt completely at home in the midst of love and children and (honestly) 90% relative humidity.
I managed to finish (and pack!) the wedding gifts, find shoes, and whip out a little bag before departing Wednesday night. I had neglected to lose 15 pounds or take my film camera, both of which I regretted after landing. And honestly, I was so happy to be there I'm not sure I could've have taken the right pictures anyway... It was a bit overwhelming in the best possible way.
Coming home is oh so sweet too. How else would I get flowers? Paul made me a CD, too, and we played it over and over dancing with Sam in the living room last night. Which was so good. There was a lot of dancing this weekend-- and I'm a terrible dancer. So that's going on the to-do list, I think. Dance with my family. Learn to dance first? Whichever.