I had several ideas for this post. Intriguing, amusing, thoughtful ideas, all jostling for space and attention in my head, slyly shoving each other while smiling broadly at the camera, vying to be chosen as the post winner. I spent last week drafting the piece, mental wheels spinning as I slalomed the forklift through my family’s warehouse, picking phrases and words off my vocabulary stores as I dispatched orders, cheerfully singing in the rain when I felt the post coming together in a solid, attractive first draft.
Then, in a huge explosion of emotional glitter and figurative fireworks, I became engaged.
I cannot – for the life of me – remember any of my post ideas. Not one.
Dinner has been late every night. I’ve put product labels on backwards, upside down, and even on the wrong item. I meant to have this post up hours ago, but… well… haven’t.
I’m not myself. Thankfully, not one person has had a problem with my fuzzy, errant actions or lack of concentration. Because, it turns out, everyone loves a love story.