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How's that for an exciting title? But what can you expect from a bride six weeks before her wedding? Yup, that's right. 6 weeks!! Actually less than six weeks now. It's already been a month since I last saw Dennis, yet it seems like last week. Time is racing on to the big day!
A big milestone this week was getting the invitations finished and mailed or delivered. It's been fun seeing the RSVPs and comments on our website come in! Thursday night was my first bridal shower. After all the showers I've been to, it was definitely a new experience for me to be in the The Chair this time! Mrs. Kanz, the organizer, had gotten Dennis to record and send a tape with a little message to everyone there. It was supposed to be a bit about himself and our story, but everyone smiled when it really turned out to be mostly about how much he loves me and knows God brought us together. He knows people will miss me and is trying to set their minds at ease that I'll be well cared for! What a sweetheart. Sigh. :-)
But anyway, it was fun, and I was blessed both by the company present and the lovely gifts. There were a lot of kitchen items especially. I'm so excited about setting up our little house with all the new stuff! Dennis won't recognize his former bachelor pad. ;-D
My friend Kristin from BC was able to come down for the shower and then spend the night and stay for the morning Friday. 'Twas nice to have her here for even a brief time.
On Friday night, around 11:30 or 12, I was about to get into bed when I heard a loud noise out in the living room. It sounded a bit like my dad's chair when he puts the foot rest down. But I was pretty sure he'd already gone to bed (he falls asleep in his chair almost every night). So I walked cautiously out to the dark living room, enlightened only by street lights and a light in the kitchen. Sure enough -- my dad was snoozing in bed next to my mom. I started feeling my skin crawl a little bit. It was quiet now, but was there someone lurking outside? Then I saw it -- streams of something slimey trailing down one of the front french door windows. I crept closer and my suspicion was correct: someone had thrown an egg at our second story window. Pieces of shell were scattered around, and the whole breadth of the window was covered in slimey egg. We live in the nicest neighborhood we've ever lived in (a golf course community), and this sort of thing has never happened to us! I woke up my parents and told them. Dad went back to sleep, but of course my mom was instantly alert and searching. I went outside to make sure my van was okay and saw no sign of the perpetrators. We still don't know who did it or why, beyond the conjecture that it was some teenagers out for a Friday night lark. But why pick on our window? I'll tell you this -- somebody had a mighty good pitching arm to throw that egg all the way from the street, up the slope, over the balcony edge, and to the window with considerable force!
A big milestone this week was getting the invitations finished and mailed or delivered. It's been fun seeing the RSVPs and comments on our website come in! Thursday night was my first bridal shower. After all the showers I've been to, it was definitely a new experience for me to be in the The Chair this time! Mrs. Kanz, the organizer, had gotten Dennis to record and send a tape with a little message to everyone there. It was supposed to be a bit about himself and our story, but everyone smiled when it really turned out to be mostly about how much he loves me and knows God brought us together. He knows people will miss me and is trying to set their minds at ease that I'll be well cared for! What a sweetheart. Sigh. :-)
But anyway, it was fun, and I was blessed both by the company present and the lovely gifts. There were a lot of kitchen items especially. I'm so excited about setting up our little house with all the new stuff! Dennis won't recognize his former bachelor pad. ;-D
My friend Kristin from BC was able to come down for the shower and then spend the night and stay for the morning Friday. 'Twas nice to have her here for even a brief time.
On Friday night, around 11:30 or 12, I was about to get into bed when I heard a loud noise out in the living room. It sounded a bit like my dad's chair when he puts the foot rest down. But I was pretty sure he'd already gone to bed (he falls asleep in his chair almost every night). So I walked cautiously out to the dark living room, enlightened only by street lights and a light in the kitchen. Sure enough -- my dad was snoozing in bed next to my mom. I started feeling my skin crawl a little bit. It was quiet now, but was there someone lurking outside? Then I saw it -- streams of something slimey trailing down one of the front french door windows. I crept closer and my suspicion was correct: someone had thrown an egg at our second story window. Pieces of shell were scattered around, and the whole breadth of the window was covered in slimey egg. We live in the nicest neighborhood we've ever lived in (a golf course community), and this sort of thing has never happened to us! I woke up my parents and told them. Dad went back to sleep, but of course my mom was instantly alert and searching. I went outside to make sure my van was okay and saw no sign of the perpetrators. We still don't know who did it or why, beyond the conjecture that it was some teenagers out for a Friday night lark. But why pick on our window? I'll tell you this -- somebody had a mighty good pitching arm to throw that egg all the way from the street, up the slope, over the balcony edge, and to the window with considerable force!
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