Today's mail

3pm. junk. credit card application. 3 wedding regrets. 1 repeat rsvp (they had gone online already, but wanted to give me the paper trail). pause. hmmm... not junk, not rsvp, from Florida, handwritten addressed. Who do I know in Florida? Not many, and it was neither of them. Flip it over. silver sealing wax stamped with "t". T, T, T, hmmm... it's quite difficult at this point to shift my mind gears from the schedule as the train that is this wedding is in full swing. OK..can't read it now. just stopping to pick up ribbon to work on seating charts. leave letter on pile with silver wax up to remind me this letter is no ordinary mail.

[pick up package at post office. finish gluing ribbon around seating charts. drive to auntie's place to show her how the tables are set up; she's supervising decorating or tables. drive back to parent's place. go home.]

[8pm. greet hubby-to-be. notice letter. think about opening it, then think I should finish other stuff first. Finish boxes of stuff for the reception. Put all the wedding clothes together. print directions and schedule for bridal party. print out last minute poem add-ins. midnight. start packing overnight bag. can't focus. it's the last thing to do. remember the letter. maybe I need a break.]

sit down. break the seal. silky paper. flecks of gold. black ink rollerball, then a smoother blue ink. a stranger introduces herself. a stranger reading becomes familiar. for a moment, no lists, no boxes, no schedules. only lines and words and smooth curved handwritten lines. a moment of breath. a hello. a sincere goodbye. start to think about writing a reply, a trip to the paper store. a moment captured, for a moment to imagine coordinated fingers creating moments on page.

Thanks, Tracey! Hope to write a reply! Thanks, Ver for hosting!