One Week, Two Weeks.

In one week, we fly to California. In two weeks, we are married. Andy and Libby won't be able to make it to the wedding. I will survive. I just hope we get some excellent pictures. I will even try to take a few. Edith might sleep through the entire thing. I hope she will be in a good mood that day. Life starts anew, right? Not really. Life has already redefined itself for me so many times in the past two years. Getting married is just another step. A step up to the top. When I lived in Colorado, I was sure that my life was over. Now I do the math and I see it isn't even to the halfway point. What a miserable life I could have had if I had stayed in Colorado.