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.