I have to get up early because tomorrow morning, bright and early I am meeting my bridesmaids and decorating the hall for my Jack and Jill.
All the American’s say what?
That’s a huge party that we Canadian’s throw in honour of the Bride and Groom to help them raise money and pay for their wedding.
We’re the epitome of friendship and family over here in the capital of cold; bathing in bacon and showering each other in cash.
So why the hell am I awake at 2am?
It’s not because I’m worried that my best friend will still be sick and shart her pants all over the dance floor.
Pooh on the dance floor, or an any floor, is my reality. I’m the mother of a toddler and in the trenches of potty training.
And it’s not because I’m concerned that things aren’t under control, I have amazing friends that have stepped up to the plate and are going to make it an incredible night!
Not deserving this?
No one showing up?
Feeling overwhelmed with the out pour of support and gifts we’ve received?
Perhaps it’s a combination.
We have been so lucky to have all of our family and friends rally around us and provide us with so much so that we could get married. We have so many people asking what they can do to help, where we need them, what services they can provide.
It means more than I have words for.
I am overwhelmed.
But in a good way.
A way that keeps me up at 2am thinking “wow, how did you get so lucky?”
And I am lucky.
With or without a sharty dance floor.