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Just 5 days now

In 5 days my baby girl will be getting married.

In 2 days she, her fiance and their besties will be arriving.

In 1 day I will need to have baked 6 quiches of different flavors for the brunch on Sunday.

In 3 days I will have baked enough brownies to satisfy the sweet cravings of an army  a rehearsal dinner crowd.

In 3 days I will have made enough lemon bars to do the same.

In 15 minutes my next patient, then my last patient of the day, arrive.

Just 2 hours ago my Mom came into clinic for a tuneup treatment and left 'feeling like she was walking on a cloud'.

In 2 days I will, upon closing my clinic day, get my Mother of the Bride Mani/Pedi on my way home.

In 3 days our little family and the groom's little family will enjoy cocktails and appetizers on our patio followed by dinner at a lovely, lovely restaurant in the valley to celebrate Father of the Groom's 60th birthday.

In 4 days we will be loading a host of vehicles with the necessities to throw the party of Century for our family and friends then heading up to the Venue.

In 4 days we will rehearse, then enjoy a sumptuous New Mexico meal. We will toast, we will sip, we will anticipate the event to come. There may be nostalgia.

In 5 days we will feed breakfast to, then lunch to, the venue gang. Then we will have our hair and makeup done, sip bubbly, and bond in the hours prior to the Big Ceremony.

And then it will be...the moment..of joining, of marriage. And there will be tears, happiness, laughter. Then toasts, and eating, and dancing, and much, much nostalgia and celebration.

It is here, it is happening fast, and there is so much joy and anticipation and happiness in the air it sparkles...and my heart is about to explode with it all.

Love is the answer to it all. It simply is.

Huge hugs and much love,
Stevie

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