Holding it Together?

Choose a font, compose the text.

Card stock, envelopes, stamps, ink. Pieces

of an invitation. Pieces of the

invitation, now tenderly assembled - little bits

of my heart embedded in each

fold, stuck to each morsel of

tape, infused into each stamped image.

She knows I want her to

have the day of her dreams.

And the marriage of her dreams.

For now, that means I attend

to details, helping her vision become

reality. Helping her to focus and

decide, and put all the pieces

together. While I hold it together,

emotionally. Well, until the post office.

With the mailing of the invitations

came a few tears. Completely unexpected.

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