crazy little thing called love

holy smokes! only 12 (gulp) days to go!

not only have i been frantic pretty much every waking and sleeping minute of the day, but work has been nutty. no time to blog. no time to think, eat, or go to the bathroom. no. time.

Yale and i had an interesting week last week. it was, to say the least, the most exhausting few days of my life. called in sick to work, in fact, to fully embrace the meltdown. it is very very clear to me that every big and small interpersonal thing can become an crazy typhoon of a problem when one or both parties is strung out to his or her very last thread of sanity. some would say an implosion was inevitable. i don't know about inevitable, but easier to take, in some ways, but attributing at least some of the ballistic missiles of emotion to acute stress.

not going to go into details here. suffice to say that we are well and as ooey-gooey obnoxious again as ever.

big huge buckets of forgiveness and grace. two of the many crazy things about love. crazy things that i am still flailing (and sometimes failing) to grasp.

anyway. big day tomorrow. going to rockford to get the marriage license. and to remember one year without mom. "flowers at the cemetary" feel pathetically inadequate. at the same time, it is the lilac and the smell of sweet lily of the valley that bring her closest to my heart. so maybe it is just right.