This weekend, my niece got married and Sean was in the wedding. He was the cutest little ole ring-bearing, tuxedo-wearing little boy you ever did see. Maybe you saw it, but I did not. I was at the She Speaks conference in North Carolina.
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YOU MISSED SEEING YOUR LITTLE BOY IN A WEDDING? HOW COULD YOU? WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU?
Trust me. I’ve said this in my head about 80,264 times this past weekend.
Even though the plans for this wedding were set since the first of the year, in all my blonde glory, I managed to remain unaware of the fact that the wedding and the conference were on the same weekend until it was too late to do anything about it. I double booked and I had a very very hard choice to make. You would think someone with so little excitement in her life could manage to keep two dates on a calendar of twelve months straight. But no, apparently not.
It was with much rending of garments and mental anquish that I chose to attend the conference over this family event. I know in making that choice, that I disappointed people who are important to me. I also know they are people with hearts that overflow with grace for me. And that makes it a bit better. A little bit.
On the other hand – WOW! She Speaks! In North Carolina with some of my bloggy friends. I have so much to tell you about my time there that will no doubt include a number of exclamation points and superlatives. I was blessed beyond measure at that event and the amazing ladies who attended and the other amazing ladies worked so hard to put it on.
But just now, I am tired and I want to spend my day in the sandbox with my cute little boy, even though he won’t be wearing a tuxedo.