My baby boy (6'2", over 200 pounds) is getting married tomorrow.

We are fully in the midst of festivities surrounding the nuptials–dinner for 16 here last night, ladies lunch yesterday afternoon, manis and pedis today followed by the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner…you get the picture.  Which is why this blog post will be brief.

And this is round two, since we went through this in June with my daughter.  Crazy times, but good times.

People ask me how I feel about getting both my children married off in one summer and the answer is great.  I feel a new sense of freedom because I know both my kids are well and truly launched into their adult lives.   There might be a twinge here or there, but mostly there's very little sadness.

I'll tell you why: because I'm a writer.  And writing fills up my soul and heart and spirit and makes me feel happy and directed and content, whether or not my children are around.

And that is just about the best thing I can think of.

Have a good weekend, everyone.  And for my loyal commenters, I'm sorry I've been such a slacker about visiting your blogs.  I'll be back on my regular rounds next week.