Chill

Today was the worst day for icing yet. James woke up early and like the darling he is, was hard at work before I even stirred. He cleaned the house some, started the fireplace up, and helped a neighbor out of her drive way. I wandered downstairs late, as usual for this week, to find him sitting at the kitchen table reading, journaling, and reflecting. He grinned at me and told me to put my shoes on, that we'd walk to the store for a few necessities before it got too windy (the winds were crazy today by the way). He knows how much I love to be outside. So we started out to the store, clinging to each other to keep ourselves upright. We made it to the edge of the subdivision before we caught a good glimpse of the road. The sidewalk was caked in ice and the grass lining the sidewalk was covered in about three inches of snow...that was also caked in ice. The road, on the other hand, was iced pretty well, but had dry patches. James looked at the road, looked at the sidewalk, then back at the road, and again at the sidewalk. Our eyes met and we both laughed and turned back towards the house to drive to the store, the wind practically pushing us down the icy slope in the neighborhood.

Snow on the ground in 49 states. The chill has set my brain on fuzzy-mode. Monday was magical, the snow forcing the entire state of Georgia to take a long weekend. Today is Wednesday. It's a bit less magical. I find there's something corrosive about being unable to work this long, or rather for just doing nothing for this long. We were created to work, and while I love spending days on end, sitting beside the fireplace with my beloved, the balance of work-to-rest is out of whack right now.

It hit me today that we're approaching the four-months-until-the-wedding mark. Boy there's a lot to do! I need to make centerpieces, buy sound equipment, purchase my dress, settle dinner and cake arrangements, rent chairs, decide on a bouquet style, buy table linens...the list goes on. Most of the decisions have been made, it's just time to start making those decisions realities. 129 days!