Babysitting

Mike and Tanya needed a babysitter while they went to adoration so I'm hanging out at their place, reading and making pizza. It's starting to smell really good and my stomach is growling as I write this, but there are 11 minutes until it's ready, so let's see what I can write in that time.

We are starting to get response cards in from the invitations. We asked people to write, draw, or give us advice about our first year of marriage on the backs of the cards, and some of them have been really fantastic. When I am home again I'll scan some in to post here, but I have to admit, I am really loving the drawings we've received so far. The advice has been great as well, and I am really glad we decided to do this, especially because it was kind of a last-minute thing and I almost didn't ask Matt to redesign the RSVP card to add the instructions.

So, it's 75 days from today. 75 days! How is that even possible??? I had thought I was anxious for it before, but I had no idea how much more anxious I would be as the day drew closer. Not anxious in a fearful way, but anxiously awaiting with equal parts hope, anticipation and impatience. I am looking forward to the day itself, looking forward even more to the full week honeymoon with nothing to do but spend time together and laze about, and looking most forward to having our life together when we get back. No more going home at the end of the night, shuffling cars on Sunday afternoons or packing up dinner in Tupperware to bring to him.

The one thing I'm not looking forward to is giving up Sam. I know all of the reasons I need to, but I really do love that cat (despite him being a disobedient pain far too frequently) and I am going to miss his half purr, half mew greeting when I come in the door. Yesterday afternoon Matt and I took a nap, spooned together and snuggling, and the cat found a spot and curled up against my knees. It was so comfortable, to be sleeping there with Matt pressed up against my back and the cat pressed against my legs. I know it might sound stiffling, but for me it was the best. I told Allison that I am maintaining visitation rights after she takes him, and she laughed but agreed.

And there's the timer for the pizza. Dinner!