We arrived at the hospital in Atlanta at 6:00 am on December 20, 1995. The Labor and Delivery Team was prepped and ready for action. My husband and I had the standard "Go Bag" with us, that we'd carefully prepared during the previous month. It had all of the crucial items meant to make our delivery room experience as rel
axing as possible. You know, creature comforts. Soothing music for the delivery room, a camera for catching the highlights (waist up only, cause nobody needs to see that). Snacks to sustain the expectant father while he's trying to play coach and avoid fainting. The hand-picked, "going home" outfit for baby and mama. They were Santa inspired, because Christmas was less than a week away.
Weddings are a big deal. Even if you're both just wanting a small intimate setting with just a few close friends and family, it can be a significant undertaking. First there's the matter of details. So many details. Wrangling the guest list and bringing it down to a reasonable number of invitations an be tricky, Particularly when both parties have big families. Nobody wants to hurt people's feelings. Decisions are part invitation part obligation, held together by inevitable frustration. Did we invite too many or too few? Can we afford to host this many? Can we afford not to? You know how cranky uncle Felix gets if he thinks he's missing out. (all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred).
Marriage. Most women think about it. Men do too, though may not so readily admit it. Many of us begin entertaining the idea, at quite an early age. We watch our parents and grand parents, aunts, uncles and even our friends take "the plunge". We observe how couples go about choosing their significant other, the person they just can't do without; their soul mate.