Wedding day

   ⋆🐾°  Today’s the day. I’m sitting here in the B&B, and my youngest is getting married. On Halloween. I’m not quite sure how they landed on that, but I didn't make the date, so here we are.
      My anxiety usually rides along at about a five. Maybe a four on a quiet morning. Today it’s found an eleven. There’ll be a bunch of people I don’t know, and I’m not in Texas. Nothing wrong with that. I just like knowing where the chips and brisket are. A familiar plate of fajitas can help a person settle in. Or a quesadilla, if somebody knows what they’re doing. Man, I love a good quesadilla.
      Anyway, it’s today. I’ve got to get dressed, get over there, and be somebody’s dad at a wedding. Maybe an hour and a half. I can probably manage an hour and a half. There might be a quiet little break somewhere in the middle. Hopefully without having to give myself a pep talk in the restroom.
      For now, I’m here in the B&B with a little time before everything gets going. Here’s a picture of me in 1999 with my youngest. We had a whole lot of years ahead of us before we got to this morning.