Routine

How bizarre...how easily we slip back into routine. We departed from the norm for a mere five days...a long weekend really. And when we return, everything continues as it was. Nothing is different. And yet everything is.

The wedding went so smoothly, so beautifully. Not a bump. Compliments all around. Even the weather, though a degree or two colder than we would have liked, was amazing.

So many friends...so much family. Some of whom I hadn't seen in nine years. They came from every corner of the US...New York, Florida, Washington, Colorado. Even across oceans...Scotland and Hawaii.

And in a blink of an eye, the day's gone. What's left, really? A few photos have trickled in already. Amazing notes jotted down on cards mark the day. The dress hangs limply on a hanger. The bouquet and reception decor hide in a box, waiting for us to decide what to do.

Unpack. Continue on.

Tuesday it was back to work. Without batting an eye. The only difference Tuesday was the heightened social air amid the shop. Everyone wanted to know how the weekend went. For a day I relived the joy and excitement...but that quickly died down as I headed to my room detached from the main shop. Alone to work for eight hours.

But here...here in lies the major change...

After work, I went home.

To a husband.

And we proceed to head out to pick up some groceries. And came home to make dinner and watch a movie.

Nothing changes. Not on the surface anyway.

But everything's different.

And with this difference comes an overwhelming sense of peace. Of connection. Of security.

It's different. And it's so right.