Breathe. Laugh.

Breathe.  Laugh.

My mantra right now.           Just breathe.   And laugh.

This is “wedding week” and I am Mother of the Bride. It’s an exciting time about to happen and it’s a joy to be able to be a part of my daughter’s special day.

The first guests arrive in town tomorrow. More and more come in on Thursday and Friday.  The ceremony and reception are Saturday.

I have tried to think of everything to be prepared – schedules have been made. The vendors are all set.  I have spent the past few months exchanging lots of emails with the wedding planner, the caterer, the venue manager, the DJ, the bakery, the musicians, etc.    Everybody has been paid.

I think I have kept it together well, but yesterday after a day of running errands and working on last minute ideas, I think my brain got frazzled.  I stopped to pump gas and could not figure out why the pump kept denying my card.  Had I used it so much it was worn out?!?    I got back in my car and pulled to a different pump thinking something must be wrong with that specific bay.   But, no, I had the same problem at the second pump.    What’s up??    It wasn’t until I got the gas station attendant to come out and help me that I realized I had been putting my bank code in instead of my zip code.   Over and over – and over again.

Marla.  Breathe.  Laugh about it.

Everything is set – except the weather.  We are five days away and the forecast is calling for some rain and possible thundershowers.    Breathe.   Laugh.   There is nothing I can do about it.

The couple will get married.  She will look beautiful.   The flowers will be fresh and lovely.  The family and friends will gather to witness it all.   Lots of pictures will get taken.

So,  I am reminding myself…

Breathe.   Laugh.