...I was meeting all you lovlies for the first time, trying desperately to learn your names, remember where you hail from, connect your names with your blogs and your 'swaggage' (nicknamed by Cheese) and choose the least of the wrinkled outfits for an 8:00 Seating.
Now i sit here procrastinating on finishing a retreat plan, editing the bulletin, prepping for my 7:30 pre-wedding counseling and wondering if it was all just a dream.
But NO it wasn't. Here's why.
We have been emailing each other with concerns and loving prayers and shout-outs since we got back.
My swaggage is spread among my dresser, my study, my office.
Quotidian's photo of the 'Lectric stumble' is now my screen saver.
And I just refuse to finish unpacking my suitcase just yet, in case you call and say, "Meet me at the port and we'll do it all over again..."
Missing you ...