Deja vu X2

I have been forming this post in my head for weeks and have finally had the chance to sit down and type it out. Between business work and house work, and of course showering Lexi with some love at some point, there really isn't time for anything else. Work has been so busy that I am actually coming in on Saturday to help. The extra hours/money is good, but one of these days I would like a chance to sit still for longer than five minutes without thinking very hard. So... before my five minutes run out let me share my deja vu experiences. The first one happened at church. We walked through the side door to go inside and instantly the memories of the wedding came rushing back to me, as that was the same door we (myself and bridesmaids) entered in to wait before heading down the aisle. Of course, the moment and emotion made me stop and pause in the door/entry way, which is also what I did in May. The whole thing was just very surreal.  Drew, of course, just laughed, but I know other women know what I mean because I've heard some of my dad's cousins say the same thing when I've run into them in the basement bathroom of the church at Christmas. That's usually the last place they were before heading upstairs to walk down the aisle.

Now, this church experience get's a lot more entertaining once the procession begins. I noticed Father Rob catch my eye and once he got to our pew he stopped walking. Yes, Father Rob stopped walking in the middle of the entrance processional to...TALK TO ME. Mind you, it's 8am. I am still trying to wake up after a late night and he is mouthing something to me under all of the singing. I thought he was making a joke about my thank you note, but then I realized he wasn't laughing. I finally realize he was asking me to please come to communion, for the wine. I think that's what he said. To this day I'm not quite exactly sure of his words, but I know it had something to do with communion and taking the wine. I eventually nodded and said yes, and he continued his walk up the aisle, and mass continued. Later, Drew's sister, Jill, said thankfully I did join in as Father Rob was definitely looking for me during communion. Despite how awkward and confused I was when Father stopped to talk to me it was really thoughtful of him and meant a lot. Even before this, he was one of the reasons I really enjoyed attending Saint Andrew, even at 8am.

Deja vu experience number two was a little less happy and fun. It occurred at the airport when I was dropping Drew off for and Army trip. As we were entering the airport, a feeling of panic and nausea came over me. That's when it dawned on me that the last time I took him to the airport he was going to Iraq. Boy, that did not feel good, and it didn't help that he had all his Army stuff with him again. Thankfully, his destination was not Iraq and he was not leaving for a year, but it did take some time to get rid of that unsettling feeling.