When the chaos and dust had finally settled for our wedding, we were finally in bed by four in the morning. I awoke at seven to start the day yet again, a heavy fog clouding my mind, a hunger for sleep in the pit of my eyes, and a lumbering grogginess in my step.
A feeling began to well up inside me, a familiar emotional reaction I had not felt for a long time. A sense of running full sprint through an endurance course à la Le Mans.
I felt like I had just been on the busiest call shift to date.
After more than a year of planning, the day seemed to have come and gone in a blur. We had hurriedly scurried from one place to the next, ate little, and narrowly averted disasters, all while keeping up smiles and appearances for our guests.
In the end, the weather was perfect, everything flowed smoothly, and we all survived.
Sounds like just another day at work.
Thanks to everyone who has written in with well wishes and congratulations. Tammy and I are very humbled by your support as we approach our big day together.
On a different note, apologies for the break in form. There has obviously been a shortage of medically-themed posts recently but I assure you that will return in due time. Thanks again for your patience and understanding as we celebrate this once in a lifetime moment.
Tammy and Tom
Today I spent a lovely afternoon with my fiancée travelling the city. There was no final destination planned, only where the moment took us. For a few hours, nothing else mattered except each other. It was a nice relaxing way to end my winter holiday.
Tomorrow, we start anew. New material, new objectives, and new places to see.