So after returning from a weekend overflowing with dear friends, laughter, tears, dresses, photo's and sweet, sweet memories....
I find myself here. By here, I mean reality. The normal daily shit... work, laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning. All the things that your mind forgets about so easily when you are on the 17th floor of a hotel in downtown St. Paul surrounded with some of the most amazing people in the world.
So, in a desperate attempt to get myself out of this little funk I am in... I am going to focus on the positive...
The leaves are changing colors.
I just found a check in my wallet for $23 that I had forgotten about.
There are 3 blank canvases in my closet just waiting for me to get a chance to make them pretty.
I am listening to The Fray and Death Cab For Cutie.
Frankie grew about 5 lbs while I was gone.
Parker told me I smelled divine this morning... thank you Arbonne lotion.
I made an appt to make my hair a little bit darker next Saturday.
My christmas card list is complete.
So much to be happy about, but I still can't help but think that last week at this exact time I was standing outside The University Club wearing a beautiful esspresso colored Alfred Angelo dress, drinking a Coors Light and taking fun pictures with the most amazing wedding party.
If only every weekend could be wedding weekend.....