My sister’s wedding is in a few weeks.  She’s dealing with slow RSVPers and wedding favors.  This is the time, I remember when I was planning my wedding, that I was thisclose to losing it.  Frankly, I just didn’t care about all that stuff, but in the context of it being your wedding, it’s hard to remember that NO ONE CARES IF THE VOTIVE CANDLES ARE CIRCLE OR OVAL.

I’ve never been a matron or maid of honor before and I’ve been drafting my speech for months.  I’m afraid I’m going to break down and sob for three straight minutes before I whip out something profoundly original and moving like, “I LOVE YOU, CARM, AND YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME!”

Among the family madness, Nick and I are getting through the busy April weeks of traveling, school, Lent, and general craziness.  That and I heard DONALD TRUMP IS TIED FOR THE LEADING GOP 2012 CANDIDATE.  Like I said, crazy.

It’s in these times, when we’re in the cliffhanging moments of an almost government shutdown and a schizophrenic spring season that I must remember to focus on love.  Love in the time of chaos is critical to survival and keeping one’s sanity.

I just have to remember that as I pack my bags for a trip to El Salvador tomorrow and wonder if I should try an Easter egg hunt with Isaiah this year or not.