The Wedding Card

My oldest son gave me 8 days notice he was getting married this weekend.  Yeah I know, I begged for a different weekend or at least 1 months notice.  The last thing to do was their card and then I accidentally smudged ink around Edwin, so now it is distressed. Kind of how I feel.  In 2 hours we will be taking pictures and then the ceremony. It is small and in a town hall.  I only had to cook for 50 people. Yesterday afternoon I was told the person who was in charge of the bridal bouquet was sick and never ordered one. Too late to have one made so I purchased real flowers from the grocery store and made it myself.

Besides this impromptu wedding, we are committed to cooking and serving the homeless tomorrow at our church. This morning 4 of us made a hotdish and the trimmings for 60 people and then tomorrow we will finish, serve and clean up.  Then one of  my other sons' has a formal dance to attend Sunday evening and I will need to take pictures and provide transportation.

Everything happens at once in our home, its always been this way and I take it with humour.  God only gives me what I can handle and a supportive family to help me through it. Fun, Fun, Fun.