The last golden sunset light sifted away into the shadows a few minutes ago, and now there is left a sort of  stillness, grey but cloaked in dusky shades of blue and rose, haunting the hilltop. Inside, lights are sparking on, and the last words of Chris Rice's album What a Heart is Beating For have died away--I guess it's time to turn on something else now. The dishwasher is humming steadily away, furniture is being moved around upstairs, an occasional footfall sounds along the hallway, and a solitary baker remains in the kitchen, stirring a passion fruit filling till it is something more substantial than its current watery state. I hear a murmur of friendly voices and soak in the light laughter of my family as I sit coiled up on the couch.
The greater portion of today was spent at Costco, heaving large quantities of various food items from shelves into shopping carts, from shopping carts to counters, from counters to carts, and finally from carts to car. Oh, and then there is always from the car to the garage fridge. I had no idea that a wedding could require so much food, but apparently it does, and it will be a beautiful wedding! All of the clothes are here, complete with several sets of darling, lace-covered ballet flats, the food is here, programs have been created, a place is  acquired, and all is in preparation for my sister and brother-in-law-to-be's wedding. I haven't the slightest idea how I will feel when I see that cloud of short, dark hair wreathed by a gauzy veil, or what I'll be thinking when I walk down the grassy hill (hopefully with sunshine on my shoulders) but I feel that whatever my emotions are, they will be extremely profound. Maybe not, though. Maybe I'll just be hoping that I'm smiling the right way and that my hair is still in order. For now, I'm content in the knowledge that it will be a superb wedding ceremony, followed by a lovely reception.
How will I ever wait for Sunday to arrive?