Oh, wedding preparations here are going well.
Very well.
There have been tears along the way, but, my goodness, when you put two (or more) very opinionated women together, tears happen. It’s not as if any of the females in this household lack an opinion, or the conviction that their’s is the correct one! We are learning grace, as well as laughter.

In other news, I have another bridal gown. Why? Because the seamstress altered the other one. More than I realized she was going to. In ways that I can’t fix. Number Two is gorgeous. Gorgeous-er than Number One. It will be stunning. Mom asked me what I thought my Darling John will say about, and I replied, “He won’t be able to say anything.” That gorgeous. Oh, yes!
A friend from church has offered to help make it fit absolutely perfectly (it’s already pretty close).

John and I are getting a bit antsy. He told me, “49 more days until I fly out there.” 49 days. Seems as if those days are dragging by at a snail’s pace, but moving they are.