Have you ever had a period in your life where everything happened back to back to back, seemingly out of your control, and at hyperspeed?
I’m living it. As I type these words.
Tonight, as I write this post, I’m 72 hours away from walking my daughter down the aisle.
From walking my daughter down the aisle.
My only daughter. And our only child.
Words are insufficient to explain the feelings racing through my mind.
Emotions. Memories. Prayers. Excitement. You name it. Big. Really, really big.
My daughter’s wedding is 72 hours away.
Yes, we’re all excited. Really, really excited. A big event in life. And it’s only 72 hours away! It’s being held at a beautiful vineyard in the North Georiga mountains, and it’s going to be great. My sister’s coming into town tomorrow, so I’m heading back to the mountains and will dedicate the rest of the week (appropriately) to the wedding, and focusing on this family celebration.
A Letter To My Daughter, And Her Fiance
I’ll apologize in advance for a short post this week, but I’ve been spending my “writing time” this week writing a letter to my daughter and her fiance. We’re really excited for them and wanted to share some personal thoughts on their “Wedding Eve”. I’m reading it “in public” at the rehearsal dinner on Friday night, 22 hours before she walks down the aisle. I’m going to be a mess. I just completed it, and I think it does a reasonable job of sharing the thoughts I want to say to them on the evening before their wedding.
I considered having “The Letter” as a potential subject of a future post, but have decided against it. It’s something deeply personal, and it deserves to stay that way. Trust you understand.
“The Letter” has, appropriately, taken a lot of my “writing time” this week, and I’m happy about that. Hate to break it to you, readers, but my daughter’s wedding is more important than you. Sorry, can we still be friends?
So tonight, after working for hours this week on “The Letter”, I’m writing a brief post to update you on some major developments on our journey into retirement. It’s been a heckuva ride…..
The Past 37 Days
Our life, like most of yours, has periods of intense activity followed by periods of relative calm. After this Saturday, I expect the calm will return. Before it does, I thought you’d (sadistically) enjoy my life of the past 37 days.
In timeline fashion, here we go:
June 15: My wife and I rescue 6 puppies (actually went to the house and rescued them ourselves), and become foster parents for the next month. We become “Foster Fails”, and decide to adopt our favorite puppy, “Chocolate Chip” (Chippy for short).
June 18: We moved the last load of our belongings from the Good Cabin to the Great Cabin. Our move is officially complete, and the new World HQ of The Retirement Manifesto is now in operation!
June 21: The “Good” Cabin gets listed on the market. Our house is now officially for sale.
June 24: Awesome visit with The Groovies! at our Great cabin. I do my Trash Talking VLog Guest Appearance Debut with Mr. Groovy. Our retirement town is now just a bit cleaner than it was on June 23rd, and my wife and I have a personal relationship with some new friends whose real names aren’t Mr. & Mrs. Groovy.
June 28: I leave for a 3-day fly fishing expedition in Canada. Atlantic Salmon. Wow, what an experience. (In full transparency, the pic below was the biggest one during the trip and was caught by a friend. No bragging rights here….)
July 11: My wife and I leave for a 5 Day Caribbean Vacation, which was booked before our daughter got engaged. Turns out to be a well-timed break a week before our daughter’s wedding.
July 15: Air Conditioner breaks at our new cabin. Good thing it’s not hot in Georgia in late July, ha! House-sitter calls our HVAC contractor at our request. It’s shot, a new one is ordered. THIS is why we have an Emergency Fund, and we apply it to the new unit. A $4k unexpected maintenance expense? No “sweat” (bad pun).
July 19: Family starts arriving for the wedding, I pick up my tuxedo for The Big Event.
July 20: We accept an offer on The Good Cabin. Looks like we’ve got it sold! New HVAC unit installed in The Great Cabin, just in time for the wedding.
July 21: Rehearsal dinner, and the public reading of “The Letter” to my daughter and her fiance.
July 22: I’ll walk our daughter, our only child, down the aisle on her wedding day.
A move, fostering dogs, a fishing trip, a Caribbean vacation, a house sale and a wedding.
So, yeah. Today’s post is kinda short.
I trust you understand.
Enjoy your summer, and realize in spite of crazy times in the rapids, smoother waters are ahead.
I’m off to a wedding.
I’m going to be a mess.