I flew back to Virginia in time for the last party/gathering my parents would throw in their home in Herndon. With some help from Dayle, and a pickup from my sister, we surprised everyone with great success.
For the record, I’m sharing this video with my mom’s permission.
Our photographer just published the online gallery for our wedding. You can see the pictures by going to this link – http://margaretaustin.shootproof.com/Chris+Dayle – entering your email address (which will only be used to keep track of how many people are visiting the page), and the password 051615.
I couldn’t be happier with how these shots came out. And knowing we’ll be getting even more than this in our final delivery just builds the anticipation.
Because there was an inherent social media-y component to our relationship, and the lead up to our wedding, I feel fine sharing this link with all of you, my eager readers. Dayle and I met because of this blog, it’s only natural that I share as much as I can with this blog.
Today my parents closed on a house in Nashville. The house I grew up in for half of my life will soon belong to a new family.
When I first learned my mom and dad were looking to move from Northern Virginia, I selfishly threw a bit of a fit. This was…is home. That miserable rush hour traffic around the Capital Beltway was a strange sense of pride when talking with outsiders. No matter where I go, I will always be a Virginian.
But I moved to San Francisco. And my sister is working on her PhD in Maryland. The nest emptied a long time ago. Who am I to try to put up a roadblock to something I know my family thought long and hard about.
As our wedding approaches, all of the running around, both literally and figuratively inevitably comes to an end. And then the official preparations for the ceremony and celebration begin. I don’t realize how much of my time and energy I actually devote to all of this stuff until I stop to assess my to-do list. Then I realize that we’ve done a lot to get to this point, especially when it comes to managing vendors nearly 2,000 miles away.
That sort of reminds me of the realizations that come out of participating in #dayofdiabetes. We automate and internalize so much when it comes to managing this disease, that taking a thorough look at all we do can be an exhausting exercise. There’s a lot that has to happen for things (diabetes, weddings, whatever…’things’ is intentionally vague) to go right. Every now and then, try taking a break to recognize all of the hard work and effort that you put into…whatever you put hard work in to.
I’ve certainly learned a lot throughout this entire process.