Echoes.

A good friend of mine likes to describe things that fill her with pleasure as ‘happy.’
Those could be shoes.  Fabrics.  Yarn.  Cars.  Events.  Grass.  Trees.  Moments.  Words.  Anything, really.

I choose to call them sunshine-y.
Not really a word, I suppose.
But some things are pure sunshine.
The smell after a rainstorm.  My puppies. My daughter’s laugh.  Home.  Nick pulling him to me while we’re sleeping.  Naughty Monkey shoes.  Nordstrom.  certain songs.  The City Museum in St. Louis.  Daffodils.

I think I’ve reached the point where I’m starting to find a glimpse of sunshine in most everything in my life.
Perhaps out of pure necessity.
Stress makes you do strange things, and while I wouldn’t consider myself an optimist – far from it, I’m not dead.
So, those are my little rays of sunshine.

Wedding planning brings lots of sunshine into my life.
My shoes – they are absolutely glowing with pure sunshine.
My friends.
Shopping for shoes for the girls – realizing the awesome awful pairs out there keeps me giggling for hours.
Nick… even during our downs he keeps trying – and that’s the sign of character.  True character.

I’ve been going over song planning in my head – music is very important to me, and I want to set the right tone for my day.
And as I was listening to Pandora, “I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz came on.
Silly fun song, I love it.
And it just hit me.
That song is pure sunshine.
And I don’t care how hard it may be to sway to in the beat – Nick and I are just uncoordinated enough to mess up any beat anyway – that tone of pure gloriously happy sunshine stands for everything that I want my wedding day to be.

I’m his.
He’s mine.
We fell despite ourselves.
And I love that.