notes from away

It has been quite the weekend for Ted and I. We will be married in my hometown Catholic Church, which required us to attend marriage prep class. Friday night and all day Saturday, we tried our hardest to see the positives in the class. Unfortunately, the instructor was not very good and did a terrible job of making people want to talk. Ted and I amused ourselves and realized that no matter what we can always find something to smile about.

This morning we took our compatibility test. We’ll receive the results and spend some time discussing them with our associate pastor. That should be fun.

This afternoon, we spent time working on the house, though the “we” part is a bit of a lie. Ted did nearly everything. He is just so handy that he doesn’t need my help or suggestions, and life is much easier when I leave him alone. So I spent today looking up wedding favor ideas.

Make sure you have tissues ready.

The Pride of Eastport

Eastport is the town I was born in and where we lived until I was five. I haven’t been back to visit since right after my high school graduation. Yet, I admit the town has a secret draw on me. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel some connection to it. It makes so little sense considering how young I was when we left, but it is also where I learned to talk and walk and well, do stupid, crazy things. It was the location of my craziest stunt - the one that 24 years later is the first story my mother tells people.

Maybe it is that connection that makes me understand this story. It doesn’t surprise me or shock me. It seems just right and we need more stories like this in life.