Wisteria was in bloom.
I had prepared food for 65 people on the day before. My cousin, mom and aunt and I worked hard preparing everything. There was no room to put anymore food. 25 people cancelled at the last minute.
My aunt was admitted to the hospital with a painful headache and extreme dehydration. Our well decided to shut down. WE HAD NO WATER! I repeat. WE HAD NO WATER!
For you city folk that is translated to mean : No water to wash dishes, no water to wash hands, no water to flush toilets and no water to shower. So let's see fourty something people on a hot day drinking constantly and no flushing power.
Yikes! All I can say is I was stressed. But at the end of the day, I was happy. Happy that I was able to put together an afternoon to celebrate my son and his achievement. Graduating from College! I was so proud. And because of that, it really didn't matter that I have 4 extra large boxes of burgers still in my fridge, or about 25 chicken cutlets marinated in my refrigerator, another few pounds of steaks seasoned and on a platter next to the cutlets. Half a graduation cake with more whip cream than I ever imagined eating waiting for someone to eat it. It didn't matter that I had to scrub all the toilets around midnight to disinfect from sitting throughout a hot day without flushing power, or that many of our family and friends had been unable to come at the last minute. None of it mattered. My son had spent a day being honored and that was enough for me.
In the end no one will remember years later about the bathrooms, or about the details in the flowers or the food prepared, all that matters will be how we showed the people in our lives how much we loved and appreciated them.
I tend to get so caught up in details, worrying about everything, stupid things, silly things, things that don't matter. At the end of the evening we remember the laughter, the stories, the converstaions, the good times we shared. After all, what is life but a series of moments. Moments that we keep, mental photos in our mind or records we keep in our hearts, or on a blog. It's about what we take from them that makes life precious.