It was early when you woke me
No bird had found its voice
I piled the pillows on my head
In hopes to drown your noise
With bitter grumbling, I got up
To see what I should do
And found that what would hush your noise
Was not sledgehammer, nor shoe
And even though I’ve taken out
Your dying battery
You still manage to shrilly beep
While thinking that you sing
Sam and Janali were married on Saturday afternoon, under amazingly beautiful trees, a bit of drizzling rain, and tons of family and friends. It was certainly one of the quaintest ceremonies I’ve ever seen.
Oddly enough, the reception turned out to be some sort of Bloggers Meet and Greet.
The past four days have been some of the most intense days I have ever had. Daniel and I were in the hills of Pennsylvania for the marriage of two friends (which was the most charming and picturesque wedding and I’ll share details and pictures the minute I catch my breath). We also had an amazing visit with his family, an incredible worship experience at a lovely church down in the slums near Curtis Bay, and a crazy plane ride home.
But the memories of these past four days suddenly dimmed when Daniel and I turned into the Valley last night.
We found my parents burying Wolf.
For some reason, I never ached this much when I lost my hermit crabs or fish. (Is there a rule that states your pet must be larger than a breadbox before your heart grieves?)
