The bride and groom are at their respective homes now just waiting for the big day. I think it’s safe to say that the bride has more on her mind right now than the groom. I can say that because I’m the MOG. He’s here. His buddies are around. They’re laughing, talking, kidding around, knowing that all they really have to do is show up in good form. The bride, on the other hand, is exhausted, not eating, not sleeping. The MOB is, too, but she’s more worried about her daughter than herself. She’s been through this many years ago, and she knows how it ends: Everyone has a great time, no one is aware of any glitches, and the party is talked about for months.
But the weather is not cooperating for the rehearsal dinner cookout. No one probably cares except me, and intellectually I know it’ll work out no matter how we do it. But I have a vision of how I’d like it to be, and I’m not sure Mother Nature is aware of my wishes. If she is, she’s stringing me along in hopeful disbelief as I watch our tv weathermen try and
I’ll again live by my motto: Make a plan, but don’t plan on it!