Oct 7, 2009

Warm Fuzzies

By the time the guys came back from golfing on Sunday the festivities were over. The men had vacated the premises in order to avoid the “Bridal Shower”. They planned and hurried each other out of the house so determinedly that you would have thought the shower participants were all carrying the H1N1 virus.

I tried to explain that there really wasn’t anything to be afraid of. All we do is play games, eat food and drink punch. The fear of girl “cooties”, first introduced in kindergarten, is hard to get over.

You ever have one of those moments when everything seems right with the world? It’s like you’re feeling one of those base emotions that goes back to the beginning of humans as social beings. A feeling that washes over you, making you feel happy, safe and secure. I had three on the day of the shower:

1) My mother coming into the kitchen to help me get the shower luncheon on the table. Everybody else was playing the shower games in the living room. She didn’t ask if I needed help, she just silently slipped in next to me and started working.

2) The guys all tromping in after golfing and fixing themselves a big plate of the leftover food from the shower. There is something very satisfying in providing a meal to an appreciative, hungry man. Seems sexist and silly, I know. But base emotions run deep and are not controlled by modern things like political correctness.

3) The sense of calm that came to me as I sat in the aftermath of the shower with my family and close friends.  I realized that no matter how crazy things get between now and the wedding I have the most awesome group of women to help and support my daughter. The constant has been my sister. She is amazing. We also have reinforcements coming next week from Florida in the form of my three cousins. I’m about as close to the three of them as you can get without being sisters. They are awesome.  Besides being there to  help, the party just wouldn't be a good party without them.

I admit that the pending wedding has made me emotional. Maybe that emotional state intensified the feelings of well being. I don’t know and I don’t care. I just know it felt right. God, won’t you all be glad when these endless wedding blog posts are over with.



  1. You sound like a proud momma and I think it is great the way you are handling all this. Glad you had a few perfect moments. Hang on to them so they don't get lost in the rush over the next days ahead.

  2. Aww, I love your wedding posts! :) This one was especially touching--and yes, I have had moments like that...interestingly enough, many when my Dad was in the hospital. It seems that both happy and sad events really bring families together.

    Oh, and I like cooking food for my man sometimes, too--there is just something primally satisfying about it. :)

  3. Emotional maybe, but this is the great stuff of life. The get down to basics, this is what makes life good, stuff of life. It's nice that you're able to see it and feel it.

  4. This was wonderful to read.....the sun and the moon and the stars and the day of the shower were all in their right places. I am thoroughly enjoying reading about you and your daughter's wedding journey.

  5. This is a lovely post Thinker.
    I'll take warm and fuzzy on the inside,over bright and shiny on the outside any day.
    ..and no cooties.
    Thank you.

  6. I love warm fuzzies. It is wonderful feel so very contented in the midst of a busy time.

  7. Rae - I am proud, tired and stressed and proud all wrapped into one big emotional package.

    MHP - I swear I heard the guys grunting as they loaded lasagna onto their plates.

    Scarlett - Hurry up and get up here already.

    Rosemary - It has been fun and the day did feel perfect. I have been on the lookout for a new hobby to occupy my time once this is all over with.

    Sling - my posts are certified cootie free.

    Mom - It is a very happy time. I feel so good I have been forcing hugs on my very non-hugging family.

  8. do not worry a second about boring us with endless blog posts. it brings back memories of my own chaotic wedding. glad that you had a few moments of zen.

    I know what you mean about fixing a man a big plate of food. I just watched my own man tromp into the living room with half a left over apple pie (still in the pie pan) and the biggest spoon he could find. it was gone in four bites, i swear. food is love.


  9. Kate: Oh, isn't it wonderful to be appreciated? Even if it is just because we whip up some awesome eats.