Sunday, November 15, 2009

handle bar mustache....

So last night we went to a reception for my cousin Krista and her new husband Chris. It was beautiful and the perfect way to celebrate their new marriage. So at this reception I had a moment, we all have moments, little things that open our eyes to something. But this was a moment of the year, maybe of a lifetime. I was at the reception sitting by a fire and I was angry. When I say angry do not let me fool you I was very very very angry with my fiance. I am convinced that he does things just because he knows that it drives me crazy. And last night he did it, he did it big, we are headed to this celebration in Atlanta and he decides he is going to wear a handle bar mustache, no I'm not almost kidding, against my will he starts growing a hideous handle bar mustache, along with the fact that he doesn't bring the right shoes and the wrong coat. Unfortunately, I am a bit of a control freak, perfectionist that has to have these little things right for my sanity. He knows this and I'm convinced he does things just to see me angry. So I'm sitting a the wonderful fire watching my family dance, sing, roast marshmallows and drink hot chocolate when I had my moment. No one knows I'm even mad, except Lance of course, and my moment happened when I thought how much my Daddy would have loved this reception. He loved his family so much that he always loved getting them all together and celebrating ANYTHING. Then it hit me that he would never be at any of these again. Ever. That was hard to swallow. Then I realize here I am with the opportunity to enjoy my family, have fun, make memories and I'm made over a HANDLE BAR MUSTACHE. You never know when you'll attend your last family get together or when someone that you love will attend their last one. I decided that I loved Lance, even with the mustache, the wrong shoes, and a Remington jacket, I love him. If Daddy had sat by a fire angry over something so trivial he would have missed out on the wonderful memories each and everyone one of us Tanner's have of him. I realized that in reality I'm probably the only person there that noticed any of the things I was upset about, even that 1 day old mustache. Take every moment you are given with the ones you love and enjoy all the memories you are making. It truly can be gone in an instant. Give your family and friends the gift of letting the small things go and enjoying life. On May 15, 2010 around 7pm I will be Mrs. Lance McKinnon even if he shows up with a handle bar mustache, ugly shoes, and a camoflauge jacket. He will be my husband and I'll be the happiest girl alive. So I challenge everyone to have your moment. Find your family and give them a moment they'll remember forever like Daddy seemed to do for each of us. Be happy. Let it go. Love with abandon. You'll find bliss.