Monday, January 9, 2012

Jamba, Anyone?


On my way to the Center for Service and Learning I ordered a Mango-go-a-go, then entered the office.  I would come back out in five and get my drink.  My phone vibrates.

I read the text from my mother.  I feel as if a mountain sits on my shoulders. The text reminds me that I need to send her the information of how many people will be at the lunchin for my wedding and where the lunch will be held.  I know she is helping me out but it reminds me of the discussion I had with my future mother-in-law the other day where we discovered that maybe a lunchin would be too much on the day of the wedding.  These memories only enhance my agitation. 

I call my mom.

A minute into the conversation and I feel more than agitated.  I am stressed beyond control.  I ask her to just let me speak.  I explain the concerns as best as possible and wait.

“Let’s not do it then.” But we need to do something….

“We can do a dinner the night before for immediate family only.”  Should we?  What about the people that come to the sealing, shouldn’t we provide lunch for them? I stammer my thoughts.

“They will just have to fend for themselves.”  It breaks tradition, will people be insulted?  Yet, I cannot deny that the idea brings the breath of relief to me as I hang up the phone and begin to think about which homework assignment to attack first.  It has been twenty minutes.  As I adjust my computer scree, I remember that my Jamba was waiting for me outside.

2 comments:

  1. Was it still there? Of course, this is BYU. Who would take it? But I was worried about it the whole time!

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  2. If the luncheon causes too much stress, just don't do it! It will all be okay. When my niece got married, we couldn't do a luncheon on top of getting the reception and photos done in time. Everyone fended for themselves and had good times in smaller groups at several different restaurants. All making happy memories on her wedding day. Hope it all turns out great.

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