I just yawned very widely, and realized that I want to write, but I have nothing in my head.

I called my mom yesterday.  I’m still on the ‘everything is going great’ kick, so my calls are few and far between.  It makes them a little more special when we do actually get to talk. 

Mom informed me yesterday that her and my dad’s situation might shortly be changing, which will include a change of employ, a change of habitation, and a change in financial situation.  All I can think is, “They wont be coming to the wedding.”  I can’t even begin to explain how much this upsets me.  Brock refuses to believe it.  They have to be here.  We both want them here so badly.

Brock said, “Why don’t you just tell them they can come and live here with us?  We have enough extra rooms… it would work out just fine.”

Why can’t we do that?  I would LOVE it if my parents moved here.  I’m sure we could get them petitioned as Alien Family Members to get green cards.  I’m sure we could help them both find jobs doing something they love.  I’m sure that they would love it here more than they are aware they could.  But I’m also sure that it will never happen, and that breaks my heart.

I tried on wedding dresses last night.  Sandy came with me, and took pictures.  It surprised me that the ones I liked in pictures, I didn’t like on me… and the ones that I didn’t think I would want to try on were the prettiest ones.  I didn’t find “The Dress”… but I got some wonderful ideas about what I really like.  I think we’re going to go again this weekend to a different boutique, and get some different dresses.  No, I’m not going to post any pictures.  Brock doesn’t get to see this dress until he’s saying he does.