Hey Y’all.
COVID has chewed me up, spit me out, and then buried me under a fire.
We are less than two weeks out and my house is and has been dirty, I’ve been late to work pretty much every day the past two weeks and will probably be this week too, I’ve cried at least once every day since we hit the less than a month count down, my fiancé is approximately 1,700 miles away, my car is disgusting, my dog feels my anxiety so he has anxiety, I have been eating out more than I have been cooking, and I don’t know what sleep is. When I do sleep I dream about wedding day nightmares and probably only get about 5 hours, if that.
I am tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally, figuratively, every other word that ends in -ly. I literally cannot keep my eyes open by the end of my work day, but I need to because I have too much to do to prepare for the day I say yes to forever.
I am terrified. Terrified of how the guests will react to the rules and regulations of the church and being required to wear masks. I am terrified of the number of people who didn’t RSVP that will show up and is unable to be seated at our ceremony because with COVID there is just no room.
I am hurting. I am hurting in every way possible, between body aches, heartaches and headaches. My body is beaten so bad no massage or doctor can bring it back to life.
I am sad. Sad for the ones who were supposed to be celebrating with us but can’t due to a pandemic nobody asked for. I am sad for them to miss the experience and sad for us that we can’t share it with them.
But, most of all, I am hopeful. Hopeful that if we can survive planning a wedding with the obstacles of a pandemic and long distance dealt in our cards, that we as a couple can survive anything. I am hopeful that even though we have had all of these trials and tribulations that I will call him my husband by 3:00 pm on August 8th. I am HOPEFUL that God put us through this because he knew that we were just the right couple to handle it with grace and compassion toward the circumstances and that he knows that we know from this we can conquer anything with him on our side.
COVID you are one sly dog. You have taken away our honeymoon, shifted my bridal shower, and cut down our numbers, but what you WON’T do is take away our day of love.
I am a COVID 2020 bride and I am tired, but hopeful.
This has been your daily dose of Vitamin C!
This too shall pass.
Love
Uncle Mac
Thank you so much, Uncle Mac. It means a lot.