The weekend was very busy, and not just a little stressful. But everything fell into place with just a few mishaps, and no big disasters.
The dance on Saturday was incredible. We really worked this dance and put every bit of brain power & creativity into it so that every aspect communicated our message. The theme was about deliverance & redemption, in honor of the Kairos team and their purpose in going to LA. Even with a few last-minute injuries & the challenge of a very full stage, we really went full-out during the service, and I feel like we bared our souls like never before. There were some technical difficulties & a few rough edges as far as choreography goes, but I think the congregation responded well and really understood our message. And they didn’t seem weirded out by our bondage, which is a good thing.
Sunday, I spent the morning cooking for Kate’s bridal shower. It was my first attempt at a layer cake (3 layers!) and I think I was in almost over my head, but not quite. The cake had pockets of hot fudge inside, which proved a challenge when removing the layers from the pans & stacking them. But the end result, as I’ve been told, was very tasty, and I had not a crumb left over after the shower. My strawberry heaven punch was also a success, and will probably make repeat performances in the future. The chocolate fudge cake will probably be reincarnated as a sheet cake.
Now, the real story of the weekend was how my incredible young man handled his fiancee’s killer weekend. I was stressed out, a little sick, PMSed, and overly emotional all weekend. Everything I did this weekend required a lot of preparation, and I was struggling to get all the details in place. Aaron was my knight in shining armor on multiple occaisions. Helping me with laundry, helping me plan out a schedule to get everything done on time, going with me to the mall & to walmart. Going to several stores for me to search for punch bowls. Going back to walmart for a cake box. Rescuing me when I had my hands full of cake batter & needed a spatula from the drawer. Being my pack horse when I had too much stuff to carry. Entertaining my family while I was getting ready for dance. Kissing my broken toe. Drying my tears. And just being there every minute I needed him. I wanted to publicly express my thanks, because everyone needs to know that my man rocks.