I've spent the better part of the morning writing. However, after reading back what I wrote, it was just too heavy and wasn't really going anywhere. It left even me depressed and discouraged. Who wants to feel like that? Instead, I have decided to keep it short and to the point... change it up, if you will.
Laugh. You just have to cut loose and laugh sometimes. Laugh until you can't breathe and you think you're going to die. I never really did this until after almost dying. It feels good and I love it.
The following email attachment made me laugh like that this morning...
Beautiful bride, doing what beautiful brides do as part of the wedding tradition. All the single ladies... isn't that a song? Anyway, scanning the excited group of young ladies that have gathered in hopes of being the one to catch the bouquet, signifying she will be the next in line to marry...
...we find my daughter. She's the one with her mouth wide open and arms outstretched, making a beeline for the bouquet.
There was one more picture, but I'll spare those of you with weak stomachs. Sadly, she did not end up getting the bouquet after all that.
Thank you for being such a good sport, my girl! I think I'll go order you some flowers now.
xoxoxo
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