When the World Stops

Test

This is a test of Candace's ability to understand and use alternate forms of technology to post to her beloved blog. This is only a test.

I'm up way too early on a Saturday morning. I've been tasked with helping my dad wrangle a rogue dog from his perch on the couch to the vet's office by 8:20. His name is Alfie, and he's spoiled, and stubborn, and old, and cantankerous. The dog, not my dad.

Before I ramble too much more, I'm hitting Send to see if this little message makes it from my phone to my blog.

Have a super Saturday, all!

Little Things I Love

Three sweet puppies, curled up at my feet, on a drab-and-dreary morning. The sound of them breathing, sleeping, and dreaming makes me feel peaceful.

Seven Years Ago ...

Seven years ago today--October 12--I was surrounded by friends, and family, and what felt like all the love and good will in the world. Seven years ago today, Rob and I got married.

I always think back on this day with amazement because the entire event was like an out-of-body experience for me. When I look at pictures, I have a hard time believing that "that woman" is me. I think some sort of coping mechanism kicked in and put me on autopilot. I am one who has never liked to be the center of attention. If I have to do any kind of public speaking, no matter how well I know the group, I end up sounding like a bumbling idiot. My hands sweat. I get short of breath. It's not pretty. But I was as cool and collected as ever as I walked down the aisle, said my vows, and left the church a married woman. God was truly looking out for me! 

Our ceremony and reception were small but to me, they were perfect. Warm, intimate, wonderful. I wouldn't change a thing about that day.