Our car crawled back into town Tuesday night. We had been driving in the snow for hours, and there was a winter storm warning. The Christmas-like scenery welcomed us back to the north.
I have a confession: I never took my camera out at the wedding. I had planned to, but there was so much going on, I didn't even know where my kids were half the time. That's not normal. I snapped a few pictures before the wedding with my phone...
The wedding was outdoors, and it was a cold and windy day. At one point in the ceremony I looked over at my friend beside me and her whole body was shivering uncontrollably. Before it was over all of us bridesmaids were huddled together for warmth, and the groomsmen were standing together in a tight cluster, albeit more dignified and manly than our huddle. It was hysterical. Or maybe I was just hysterical because I had frostbite on my brain. Either way, there was a lot of laughing. I couldn't have picked a better group of girls to shudder to death with. It's convenient that my sister and I share a few close girlfriends, because it could have gotten awkward when I had to burrow into the personal space of a mere acquaintance. It was THAT cold.
Now that we're home I'm trying to recover my internal balance. The difference between life in Dallas and life here is enough to send me into culture shock. I'm slowly getting back to normal, although I won't be able to relax into life again fully until I know whether or not Chris is getting a new job in Fort Wayne. If he does, that will mean another move for our family. And everybody knows moves are hardly relaxing.
Until then I'll just be hanging on, waiting to see what happens.