Craving Normalcy

Three months ago my life changed.  It required a dramatic turn from my regular activities.  It was a welcome change, but as I see the denouement advancing quickly, part of me is so relieved.  Part of me is craving the return to my normal life and normal concerns. 

Three months ago my daughter got engaged and I have been in wedding planning mode ever since.  With only three months to pull off the singularly biggest event in her life thus far (even bigger than Junior Miss, even bigger than the high school musicals, or proms, or graduation), it has compelled me to spend most of my waking moments thinking and planning and shopping and creating and organizing and ordering and arranging....

I am exhausted.  I am drained of energy.  I am spent.

I am excited!  I can't wait to see how it all plays out.  I can't wait to see all the elements combine in the projected and certainly lovely way.

I have spent some time in my craft/writing room the past couple of days.  I have been reviewing the progress I have made on my book project.  Oh, how I have missed my work on that. 

Although this wedding planning has been a fun ride, and the good times will only escalate as company comes into town, parties are thrown, and trips are made to the Portland Temple for sacred experiences, I must admit that now I am also anticipating the quiet times ahead to be spent reading, pondering, and writing.  These activities won't occur until after the company is gone and the party supplies are put away.  Then perhaps life can get back to normal....