On Wednesday morning, I was laying in bed with that blasted headache that lasted for four days. My phone rang at 10:00 a.m. and when I saw it was my son calling, I was worried. We talk frequently through the week, but he never calls me in the middle of a work day. After we exchanged pleasantries, he said "I have some news." My heart went into my throat because in my history with this young man, "news" has meant that he is going to Korea, that he is going to New Orleans just after Katrina, that he is going to Iraq, etc. But this time it was good news! My son is getting married!!!!! I am so delighted. His plan was to just sort of run away to Las Vegas and get married. He is, however, marrying a young woman, so the Vegas wedding has morphed into one with a white gown and veil, a lakeside venue, and people making last minute plans to fly to Vegas for a weekend.
I am so grateful to be invited to my son's wedding. (Some of you may not understand why that is a big deal, but most alcoholic mothers will.) I am so grateful that I am able to book a trip to Las Vegas (which isn't as cheap as I thought) with 2 and a half weeks notice. I am so grateful that my son is getting married! He is happily in love! His wife-to-be is a nice young woman who loves him back. They even have a cute little doggie.
This is such good news. I am delighted and excited.
And welcome to my world - I didn't pay to check my bags on my flight because I didn't want to pay that $40. So, I looked at my carry-on bag and decided I could not possibly check into this ultra chic hotel with this ratty bag.... so yesterday I went and purchased a new carry-on bag. It is red and it cost a lot more than $40. Oh well.
Life is good.