Mr. Mason and his good friend Daisy, after having got into a bit of mischief (or at least mud) outside, circa 2007.
Daisy is an older woman (being of the 2005 vintage and not of the 2006 vintage like Mr. Mason) and therefore Mr. Mason always blames her for leading him into mud. I didn't believe him though. I know Mr. Mason can find and make messes all by himself. Miss Daisy is a special lady, and (just like Mr. Mason) is huge supporter of Batten Disease research -- after all, she is the neice (well, isn't that what you'd call the dog of your sister?) of the fabulous famous Taylor.
I read an amazing story in the New York Times. I'm not trying to get on a stump and I'm not trying to start a political dialogue. Nor do I want my blog to house those sorts of discussions. Instead, what struck me most about this story was that it was about unconditional love. Acceptance.
Wouldn't the world be a better place if everyone had a life partner who they loved unconditionally and who loved them unconditionally in return?
Well, I've already fallen off the blogging bandwagon and I barely even started.
(Did all my wedding posts fool you? I wasn't really here. I mean, I was, but not really. Before I discovered pinterest and started pinning my wedding inspiration, I had put several here on the ol' blog. As a way to record them. For me. And to share. So enjoy as they run out. They're more general wedding inspiration while the pin board is inspiration specific to the direction my actual wedding is heading. I find both incredible fun procrastination tools.)
In the meantime (since blogging for real last), I've done some wedding planning, some traveling (to Boston and the beach), and some so-far-still-fruitless job hunting. And wow--somehow it is magically already August!
The highlight of my days is dreaming of both moving fulltime to Charlotte and thinking about the wedding. After so much time apart, I'm thrilled to be back in the same town as Math Man. FULLTIME. No more Monday morning 4 a.m. alarm clocks forcing me out of bed to drive across the state and make it to work on time here in Raleigh. No more random Tuesday nights wishing that I had someone to walk Mr. Mason with or to eat dinner with. No more lonely knowing that my best friend is across the state and I have to make it until Friday night to see him.
We have a date. In May. We have a place. (Folly Beach SC Beach House) AND I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WAIT! Sometimes I wonder if its normal at almost 29 years old to be so excited about one thing that I cannot think about anything else?