On this muggy, drizzly Friday afternoon, I'm particularly grateful for:
Seven days and 14 hours until I walk down an aisle to the spot where he proposed and promise once and for all to love, honor, & obey this wonderful man God has given me.
A wonderful, beautiful, talented sorority- and soul-sister who will share her music with us and our guests.
Pretty, broken watches that don't tell time but look oh-so-fabulous anyway.
Small-town USA (we just got back from the Poultry Festival in Batesburg-Leesville with friends).
Waffle House hashbrowns covered, diced, and chunked with a side of bacon.