Jul 232011

Monkees: next Saturday, July 30th is my Sister’s wedding day.

I can’t write about that yet. I’m just . . . you know . . . AAAAAHHHH. I am both screaming and silent about it.

I am going to sign off until after the wedding, so that I can be still and focus and pray and just be present for this sacred time. I need some time to really prepare, now that all the preparations are made.

But before I sign off I must fulfill a promise I made to you, which was to update you about the book.

Back story:

A long time ago, the editor of my first book read Momastery and told me that this new writing I was doing was good. He said that I could probably get it published. He also said he’d help me with that, so I became excited. But then he fell off the face of the Earth. So I had to decide if I should pursue getting an agent on my own. I was tempted to try, because I’ve always loved the idea of being dog-eared and highlighted on people’s nightstands.

But actively seeking out an agent seemed quite ambitious. I am suspicious of ambition. Not of hard work, but of ambition. They seem like very different things to me. To me, hard work is what you do as a response to a calling. I work very, very hard on my writing. But ambition seems a little different. Ambition seems like the desire to get a certain type of recognition or credit for that hard work. Maybe an ultimately un-fulfilling and even dangerous kind of recognition, like extra money or power or attention. Ambition just seems a little off to me. Ambition seems like the desire to legitimize oneself. And people and their efforts are always already legitimate. And so ambition just seems sort of unnecessary to me, like maybe it’s not the best use of one’s time and energy.

To be clear: I have plenty of selfish ambition in me… probably more than the average bear….but I try to keep a close eye on it. I try to keep it in check. Because I don’t trust ambition.

So Craig and I talked a lot about the difference between hard work and ambition. We talked about my dream and calling . . . which is to be an honest writer. To use my unique experiences and perspectives and gentleness to touch other people. And so we had to admit that God had already fulfilled that dream, since that is what happens every single day at Momastery.

And we decided that sometimes life is about knowing a good thing when you have it. And not looking past it for more, better, different.

And we decided that we never wanted my readers to feel like means to an end. We didn’t want the blog to become a stepping stone to a book. Because this blog is magic all on its own. It is the fulfillment of a dream, not an avenue towards a bigger and better one. So we decided to be content. To set aside ambition and keep working hard on my writing. To not get distracted by shiny things. To not seek out an agent. But we also agreed that if we got a clear invitation to approach an agent, we would.

We got a clear invitation a few months ago. Like slap-you-upside-the-head-clear. So Sister and Husband and I worked for weeks putting our best Momastery essays together and sending it off to this one particular agent. And then we waited.

Here is what I thought would happen:

I thought that after a couple of weeks, I would receive a phone call from this agent.

I thought that he would start our conversation by announcing that his wife and everyone in his office had stayed up for three straight nights reading my manuscript. And then he would pause and say that he had waited his entire career for ME. For MY WRITING. I thought he might add that it was the best writing in the history of the entire world. I thought he would tell me that he had purchased three plane tickets so that Sister, Husband and I could fly to California and meet with him. He would quickly add that we’d need to come immediately because my manuscript was actually perfect and so it had already been sent to the presses. Our book, Momastery, would hit the book stores tomorrow. I would need to prepare immediately for an international book tour. He had purchased Oprah’s private jet for us. The jet was Theo friendly, of course.

The following week our book, Momastery, would hit #1 on the Bestseller List. Ellen would call me on the jet. She would explain that she and Portia had just finished reading Momastery and she would implore me to come on her show immediately. I would pause dramatically and then say, “NOT WITHOUT MY MONKEES,” and Ellen would say, of course, no problem, she’d taken care of that. Her staff had already sent plane tickets to all 995 Monkees and so you would all be in the studio with me (they’d built a bigger studio just for this occasion). With this news, I would agree to come.

On the show, people from all over the world would come to announce that Momastery Had Changed Their Lives Forever And Ever Amen. President Obama would announce via satellite that since Momastery had been released, the international crime rate had dropped 100 percent. He would add that thousands of long lost families had been reunited and that there were no more middle school or high school or neighborhood cliques and no one on Earth felt left out or lonely anymore, ever. Also, everyone had gotten sober and all of a sudden there were no more bullies. Representatives from the UN and the Betty Ford Clinic and GLAAD would appear on the show and explain that they all used Momastery for their monthly book club. And also the Dalai Lama and the Pope and Muslim leaders would show up holding hands and singing LEAN ON ME. And then some terrorists from every religion would come and hug us all and promise that after reading Momastery, they’d finally agreed to cut it out, already.

And then, Ellen would say, we have a little surprise for you, G….and we would all look up with big eyes and ANNE LAMOTT would walk onto the stage holding my teeny tiny adopted son. And then Tisha would come out holding another teeny tiny one. Because, obviously, THE UNIVERSE was just joking!!!! OF COURSE the adoption went through!! TWINS!!!

And all the Monkees would laugh and cry and jump and hug and it would be the best moment in the history of moments. And then Ellen would point to the Monkees and say: . . . SURPRISE! An orphan for YOU! And for YOU! And for YOU and YOU and YOU!!!! And everyone in the audience and then the whole country would open their homes to an orphan and the orphan crisis would be solved real quick!!!

This was all just a fleeting thought, it’s not like I lay in bed planning this in detail or anything.

And obviously, I planned to very humble about all of it.

Like one of my favorite poems:

Dilemma – by anonymous

I want to be famous

so I can be humble

about being famous

What good is my humility

when I’m stuck

in this obscurity?

Anyway – I want to be clear that I was not joking about that Ellen thing. I actually thought that was going to happen. I believed it. I even told Sister that she should probably quit her job so I could hire her to hang out with me on the jet.

For some reason, I always think something RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING is about to happen.

Craig discovered this the first time we ever bought a lottery ticket together. We sat in front of the TV waiting for the numbers. We lost. I was shocked. I was devastated. I was SURE we were going to win. Craig was surprised by my sadness. He said, “Honey. You know our chances were, like, One in 1 bazillion, right?” But numbers mean nothing to me. I always really believe we’re going to beat the odds. And I feel betrayed when we don’t.

So anyway, this is what actually happened with the agent:

His assistant wrote me an email that said, “No thanks. We can’t take unsolicited manuscripts. Good luck elsewhere.”

I’m still not sure if this means that the agent didn’t even read it, or he read it and hated it. I choose to believe the former, because it hurts my feelings less.

Regardless, the bottom line is that things didn’t go EXACTLY as I’d hoped and planned.

When I told Craig that I was going to write to you about this little rejection he said, “Really? Why don’t you ever wait till something happens? Everything on the blog is so anticlimactic…the adoption never happens, the book never happens. Why do you need to write about it?”

I actually think maybe he felt a little embarrassed about it all. I understood.

But I said to him: HEY, MISTER.

My job at Momastery isn’t to be fabulous and successful, whatever that means. My job is to keep showing up and keep telling the truth.

Life is weird and hard and never really turns out the way we dream it up. But that’s okay. I still love and trust Life. I trust that whatever I get is exactly what I need. Maybe I don’t need a book deal. Maybe if I became wildly rich and famous I would turn into a diva and wear boas and appear on Dancing with the Stars and start drinking martinis and divorce you for George Clooney. Maybe I’d screw everything up. I wouldn’t put it past me. Happens all the time, you know. Worldly success is MUCH more dangerous than failure. A girl can trust failure. I’ve never experienced a failure that didn’t make me better, eventually.

Maybe I don’t have a book deal but I have hundreds of Monkees who actually want to read what I write and count on me to accept and tell them the truth, even when it looks, on the surface, like failure. Maybe especially then. This is the important stuff, the real stuff. Of COURSE I’m telling them.

Obviously, he’d stopped listening after HEY, MISTER, but I felt much better.

So anyway- we’re not going to be famous yet, Monkees. I’m sorry. I tried. I’m done being ambitious for awhile. It is very tiring. But I will continue to work hard.

And we must remember that we always already have what we need. At Momastery we have a safe place to laugh and cry and think and practice truth and gentleness and peace with ourselves and others.

Good stuff.



I shall be back after next weekend. With wedding pictures and stories galore. Please send prayers and vibes and all sorts of good energy to Sister and John.

Love, G

Carry On, Warrior
Author of the New York Times Bestselling Memoir CARRY ON, WARRIOR
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  70 Responses to “The Book”

  1. Saw this in the FB feed tonight, and I’m a little in awe of how many things you can check off of this imaginary list just two years later. I can’t help but think it’s just because you dared to imagine it out loud (very Martha Beck). My guess: Oprah’s coming (if she hasn’t already)…Ellen, too, I bet…book deal – check, best seller – check (and it’s not even OUT yet), and you may not have solved ALL the world’s problems yet, but that would kind of put you out of a job anyway. I was half wondering if they would call you to be the next pope ;). You are the real deal and I so love you for it. For the record, I have a pretty good imagination, too. I am trying to humbly keep it to myself, but good things keep HAPPENING (this is easy to say when the anti-climactic things tend to feel just as magical as the big ones sometimes – all part of the twisting plot, right?…life is so, so good). LOVE.

  2. Just look at you now! I love your journey…rather than getting bitter with passing time, you just keep getting better. Better is better than bitter. And butter, well, butter is better too. Batter up!

  3. I just discovered your blog last night and WOW. I can't stop reading. You are an amazing writer. The honesty is refreshing. And your wild imagination has a twin inside my head.

  4. I love your honesty! You are such a shining example. When my book fell through, I felt like it was a huge slam on my personal story. I knew God had inspired me to share my story with others. And so, how could this fall through? But, putting everything in writing doesn't always mean the Ellen show. It sometimes means our own therapy or someone else can heal through reading it. And it just doesn't always make sense in the immediate future.

  5. GSA –
    Just checking back in to let you know you are in my thoughts and prayers. Hang in there girl!

  6. GSA —

    Just popping back to let you know I thought of you at work today. I hope you're doing well!

    Much Love,

  7. Just wanted to join the chorus of love, support, encouragement and unity for GSA. Cheers! Lou

  8. GSA – thinking of you today. Its my hubby's bday today and he's been sober now for 5.5 years. He'll tell you its still (always) one day at a time, but soooo worth it. Stay strong girl and I know what you mean about turning the attention on yourself. That happened here for me, too, and I was moved, humbled, embarassed, but above all grateful. Profoundly grateful to Glennon and the Monkees.

  9. Hi Glennon, since you are now babble's 6 (!), would you consider placing one of these banners on your blog to help raise awareness and get more aid dollars to help with the famine in Somalia?



  10. I am so grateful to have stumbled upon you and all that you share with your monkees. Thank you for being real, struggling through it and sharing it with us to laugh, pray, cry and cheer with you.

  11. or…gsa could send her address straight to kristi at Barn Owl Prim?

  12. gsa…If you want you could send an email to my inbox (momastery(at)gmail.com) with your address, and ill send it to jen. i've known her for twenty years….she's safe.

    if not, no worries. you hangin' in today?

  13. GSA – I know you want to stay anonymous but how can I get you this sign? I promise I won't say a word. You can always give me someone else's address and name.

  14. Also….Rachel M: You have my attention and also you are charming and humble and thought provoking and you should CERTAINLY have your own blog!

    :) G

    Let us know when (if) you do!!!

  15. yes yes yes Colleen. no matter what.

    gsa…have you seen rachel getting married? 28 days? i liked them and saw myself in both.

  16. GSA, I just wanted to share my love and prayers and congratulations on DAY 8 to the others today! You are doing hard things and YOU are an inspiration. Know you have hundreds of monkees behind you supporting you up and over that hill whether you move forward, slide back or just need a rest.

  17. GSA, I'm thinking of you this morning and marveling at your strength and courage. You go girl! Congratulations on starting this journey. Lots of love and peace are being sent out to you through this beautiful universe.

  18. Also…I just got a check for $400 for the sales of our Monkee gear that will go to Silas' family. I'm sending it to Jen next week along with my own personal We Can Do Hard Things sign.

    Good things are happening here.

  19. Jen, I love it. Email Christi at Barn Owl Primitives..friend them on FB…..she's totally a monkee. bet she'll give you a discount for this sweet idea.

  20. Glennon – I was serious about getting GSA a sign. How can I do this? She totally deserves one.

  21. WOW! I am definitely feeling the love. I'm a teensy embarrassed that I've turned so much attention in my direction, it's just that after reading about the whole book deal I couldn't have Glennon questioning whether she was/is a fabulous and successful writer! G, you are achieving the ultimate success–you are changing lives. I'm just one of MANY.

    I know it might seem silly but these kind remarks from people I've never met have meant the world to me. I have tears in my eyes as I write this and it is a comfort to know there is so much compassion out there. Love to you all & thanks for inspiring me and cheering me on.


  22. GSA – you ROCK, woman! We are all here for you!!!! Sending virtual hugs, kisses, and diet cokes! Mwah!

  23. GSA – We love you and are proud of your efforts. We are all in your back pocket.

  24. GSA…you are fantastic! Great job and know that we all love you.

    I've been learning an Amy Grant song lately, "Better Than A Hallelujah." I don't know if any of you are familiar with it, but it makes me think of Glennon and, now you GSA!!

    You have my prayers.:)

  25. GSA —

    I'm so insanely happy you stopped by again at all — the wonderful news you shared just makes it THAT much sweeter!

    I'm seriously so in AWE of you. I think there's a kind of bravery in externally self-destructing. I'm an internal type. My addictions — to pride, anger, selfishness — they're all internal, hidden, until they spew over and out and hurt everyone who comes near me. I want so BADLY to leave them behind. The fact that you're actually DOING it… walking away from your safety blankets and false friends and whispering lies… blows me away.

    Please… be more afraid of letting yourself down than any of us. I know I am. Can't wait to hear more of you finding yourself!

    Much Love,

  26. TANG! I Love TANG!!!!

    I'm in bed. It's 5:54, just thought you should know.

    – Another great strategy to stay sober.

  27. Heck yeah, GSA! YOU ARE AWESOME!!

  28. Go GSA! You made it another day and we are so proud of you! Toasting you with my Tang (it's morning here already).

  29. GSA I am so proud of you! All of these posts for you is one of the reasons I LOVE this place! When I read your comment to the Jonah post I thought, she is so brave, and she is so ready, that's why she posted… and you are. You have a whole bunch of virtual support and love backing you, no matter what, one day at a time.

    And Glennon, gosh, happy happy thoughts to you and your family!! Can't wait to read all about it, and see pix and I hope you dance your ass off!!! :)

  30. WOW, why did it list it like 3 times?

  31. That's hilarious Chimmy. I was trying to find the picture of him online because I never ride the metro and this is what I found.

    Another, Orange Line rider Craig Melton, has his measurements listed on his agency's website as his "talent attributes." ("Height: 5' 11" Suit: 42" Waist: 31" Inseam: 32" Hair: Black Eyes: Brown.")

    Another, Orange Line rider Craig Melton, has his measurements listed on his agency's website as his "talent attributes." ("Height: 5' 11" Suit: 42" Waist: 31" Inseam: 32" Hair: Black Eyes: Brown.")

    Another, Orange Line rider Craig Melton, has his measurements listed on his agency's website as his "talent attributes." ("Height: 5' 11" Suit: 42" Waist: 31" Inseam: 32" Hair: Black Eyes: Brown.")


  32. okay, so my pass code was "supeg"

    Super G! i totally agree.

    Oh and thanks for letting Craig grace the walls of the dc metro. He wasn't shirtless, but my sister immediately recognized him and noticed he had a few admirers in the metro riding crowd.

  33. GSA!!! Good for you! Keep it up and know we are here cheering for you!


  34. love this post! momastery is about the good, the really really really good, the bad, and the brutiful. all of it. it's why i keep reading and will keep reading, book deals or no book deals.

    besides, oprah is going to get one of my e-mails where i send her links to momastery and open it up one day and skip the book deal and have you on day time television… duh!

    Sister and John – many many happy wishes for a very blessed union! enjoy your big day!

    GSA – you rock! i'm raising my water bottle to you at my desk right this second! cheers! we can do hard things :)

  35. GSA- putting my comment here for you too! Wow, you are brave, girl. WE all know you can do this. Take care.

  36. GSA– You Rock Girl! Monkees can do hard things!

    yay you!

  37. GSA, you are doing one of the best and hardest things you can do. We will still love you if you slip, make no mistake, but we all hold out hope and love and pom poms for you as you rock this challenge and know that you can do hard things.


  38. GSA KEEP going! You're amazing and can do this. The pain I still carry after losing a dear friend to alcohol haunts me daily and the two children she left behind. Please reach out when you feel weak and know that we are here to lift you up when you feel like you can't take another step.

  39. WHOOOOO HOOOOOOO GSA! You are amazing! I am so happy for you and so proud. I've been praying for you every night. You can do this!

    I think GSA should get a sign. I'll even pay for it! She deserves a "I can do hard things" sign for!

    Jennifer M.

  40. Love to you GSA! We are all pulling for you!

  41. Good weeping. In case I wasn't clear. Good weeping that my brothers and sister-in-law and friends are sober now. :-) There is someone – maybe many someones – who feels the same way about you.

  42. Oh GSA, this lover-of-many-recovered-alcoholics is cheering you on. I loved them when they were alcoholics, too, and weep all the time that they have started becoming themselves.

    You can do it today. You can do it tomorrow. We can do hard thing.

  43. GSA-

    Finish today out for me. For me, sister. I needed this, I NEEDED you today.


    Love, G

  44. It's "Getting Sober Anonymous" here. I last wrote on 7/19 at 12:24 a.m after reading Jonah Part I and going one whole day without booze!

    I couldn't read this post without telling you, G, that you are right … "something ridiculously amazing is about to happen," in fact, it IS happening. I've got one week of sobriety under my belt! Whenever I feel like I'm going to crash I come back here. I read your words and I wonder "what will I be when I become myself?" I'm starting to think I might actually like me again. I'm definitely in the defrosting phase … "I'm feeling the pain and refusing to escape." But the good news is I'm actually FEELING and holding on – sober- through the pain and fear. Some days it really bites … but I'm still doing it.

    You see, I've got all these "G-isms" that rattle around in my head, and I've got 7 days behind me and I don't want to let down these beautiful women like Sharyn, Jennifer and YOU, who are pulling for me and holding out hope for me and telling me I can make it.

    For the first time in a long time I actually have hope. I have hope that I will get my life back. For me, that is so much bigger than Oprah, Ellen & even Clooney. This is my LIFE we're talking about!

    So, here's to day 8! (Picture me raising a diet coke.) Thanks for the love and support, it makes me want to succeed all the more.

    -Getting Sober Anonymous

  45. I always hesitate to post comments because I over think them. I always think, what is the most thought-provoking, humble, and charming thing that I can say that will get me the attention of the writer and all the readers and have them saying, "Who is this genius! She should have a flippin blog of her own!"

    So, thank you, Glennon, for the reminder that the best thing we can offer is our honesty, our deepest struggles, and our willingness to be our truest selves – regardless of the fame and recognition we may/may not receive in return.

  46. Thanks so much for this one, Glennon! You've hit two of my big issues this month and I really appreciate finding this little corner to gain insight and have the space to work things out in my mind. I'm particularly focused now on the work hard vs. ambition debate and how to negotiate what's best for me and my family today and for the next 10 years. How much should we plan based on what we worry could/might happen in order to be responsible and how much do we let ourselves enjoy this moment? Why can't we do both? It's all so tricky, but again, I really appreciate your assertion that hard work and ambition are different.

    And Rachel, I'm glad I waited to post this comment because I LOVE your quote. I can't wait to get to my cousin's wedding this fall and put that in her guestbook!

  47. Dearest Glennon,

    Thank you for your honesty. It encourages all of us to be more honest, and gentle, and loving, and kind. You're right, failure is good for us. Thanks for taking time to share that part of your journey with us.


    P.S. 995 monkees? Plus all of our dearly beloved anonymous friends who hide in the corners? That's definitely something to be proud of.

    P.P.S. Have SO much wedding fun! If Sister decides to do that little thing where they have all the guests write a bit of advice or well-wishing on a card and drop it into a basket or birdcage … write one for me: "Try to never go to bed angry. But if you must, then go to bed NAKED."

  48. YAY for the Royal Wedding. Hopefully you won't have to get up at 3am for this glorious event.

    What I'm about to say might sound selfish but I'm kind of glad you aren't getting a book deal because that would mean we wouldn't get our weekly posts and I really need to hear from you at least once a week or else I just feel a little lost and empty.

    Have a wonderful time this weekend. I know it's going to be perfect weekend for Sister and John. Post lots and lots of pictures. I can't wait!!

    Jennifer M.

  49. Glennon,
    I laughed until I cried reading the part about the lottery ticket- I thought I was the only person who did this! My hub will not allow me to buy tickets on ANYTHING because I truly expect to win and am always so crushed when it does not happen.
    You are the most amazingly honest writer and I think that you are touching and changing lives everyday on this blog. Maybe the publishing world is not ready for you yet! I am totally looking forward to my trip to see Ellen when it does though…(and I think you understand that I will not sleep at all tonight as I plan what I am going to wear and what on earth we should name the new baby…!)

  50. G- I would love to see you in print!

    have a wonderful time at the wedding.

  51. You are wise, kiddo. Thank you so much for being here and being honest. I feel so bad when I nakedly declare any ambitious intent and then it doesn't come to pass. I feel so bad that I just don't allow myself to acknowledge these feelings very much. And that sucks, because I limit the possibilities of my life. (Wow, that was a bad sentence; ah well.) So good on you for owning up to the true intensity and specificity of these longings. And the Anne Lamott touch was inspired and perfect. She's my imaginary friend too.

  52. Oh, G! I love this post – your perspective, your heart, your resilience, and your commitment to hard work. It just makes me feel happy and at peace. I love the image of everyone singing Lean on Me on the Ellen show. I actually think that Ellen would like that a lot. I'm pretty sure that she's a Monkee even if she doesn't know it yet. And I totally think that you’re already famous (and quite humble about it). I read the blog every day (if there’s not a new post, I just re-read an old one), and I often quote you with an air of wisdom. I once did this with Mandy, which was pretty funny. We were walking and talking about something or other, and I actually said, “Well, as my friend Glennon would say . . .” Yep, true story.

    Love you,

  53. A wonderful post as always! I found myself reading it and hoping hoping hoping for a happy ending … and only later realizing that your point was that this *is* a happy ending!

    Can't wait to hear about the wedding … and all that is to come after!


  54. Blessings and best wishes to Sister and John. What a wonderful weekend for the entire extended family. As we say down under, no worries about the book. It will come (or not) when the time is right. We are just so grateful that you just keep showing up here and writing for us. I've even introduced you to my new Australian friends (they love my Monkee hoodie). You've gone global! Have a fabulous time dancing at Sister's wedding.

  55. Oh Goodness. Book or not the Monkee Life will spread. Love can't help but travel across the world. Right? I believe it wholeheartedly. Someday we're going to find that heaven found us right here on earth. All it takes is a little love from a lot of Monkees!

  56. Welcome, New Monkee Jen!

    I would love to read some of your writing.

    Love, G

  57. I used to feel similar about my own writing but concluded if I write because God calls me to, because He asks me to share my life with others, than it doesn't matter if I ever get a book deal. What matters is that I have been obedient. And the rest will fall into place. However, a little trip to the Ellen show and an orphan placed in your arms never hurt anybody:) I love your writings. I am fairly new to them. I think I am a monkee:)

  58. "I've never experienced a failure that didn't make me better, eventually." That quote is now thumb-tacked to the wall right above my monitor.

  59. Thanks for showing up and telling the truth! I am finding that life is easier when I am transparent and not worried about seeing or being seen.

    Keeping your whole family in my prayers this next week! Enjoy this time and live in the moment!

  60. "I trust that whatever I get is exactly what I need"-beautiful.
    Have a blessed wedding weekend with your precious family, we'll be here when you get back and I'm looking forward to pictures of you and sister dancing wildly!

  61. BTW…I'm EXACTLY like that about chances and odds….I always think if I believe it, it should happen. I'm glad to know it might be a "Monkee-thing."

  62. I loved this post (just like each and every one). and most importantly, I love you, your family, your truth, your vulnerability, your dreams, your recovery, your lack of book deal, your Theo, your Bubba, Sister and Mother, your humor, your cute smile, your honesty and everything about your imperfect self and life.

  63. I just read this week that the author of "the Help" was rejected 60 times before she got a book deal… SIXTY TIMES. Hang in there, don't give up.

  64. love this. not really the rejection part, just the being okay with rejection part. and especially the part where i get an orphan. love that! love you. have a wonderful week! sending Sister and John lots of love for spending a fabulous time with family and friends, rehearsing, Getting Ready, i doing, dancing, brunching, honeymooning, and everything elsing.

  65. Caitlin,

    I just send your comment in an email to Sister.

    Thank you.

    Love you,


  66. Glennon, your work and your writing and your life are so much more than enough already that it feels funny to even have to say it. But I know that reminders, even of things we know are true, can be helpful sometimes. So, here's a reminder just in case it helps.

    If you don't mind being a messenger, please tell Sister that her East Lawn friends are sending her lots of love this week and that John is showing up for her just like Joe showed up at the convent for MP. It's just what people do when they love each other.

    Love, Caitlin

  67. <3

  68. Blessings galore to Sister and her groom and your entire family circle!

  69. In an online world where most of the blogs I see present a whitewashed version of the author's life, it's encouraging when someone writes about things that didn't work out as planned – and really commits to telling these stories, not just writing one post to pay lip service to the idea and then going back to her fabulous magazine life. I love reading about your real life. It helps me be more satisfied and at peace with MY real life.

    Happy happy wedding times :)

    (Now I think I'll go do some laundry – more things the magazine-life blogs never do!)

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