Like Crazy August Weather, Sometimes It Just Happens That Way

Rhonda and I went Huckleberry picking yesterday.

On our journey there, we discussed moving from this house into somewhere with nature, our wedding (which WAS still not completely formulated at the time), and this crazy August weather.

Rhonda joked that she was half expecting to see icycles hanging from the berries, it was so gold and rainy. We both got soaked. I got so cold I went back to the truck before Rhonda was done. Rhonda had raingear and nice boots, but didn't put the pants on until after she got soaked.

So we're heading back discussing where we might possibly have the wedding. We decide on a few places. We decide on a few folks we'd like to officiate.

When we got into Stevenson Washington to eat, the sun comes out. This has been some Crazy August Weather. What's fall and winter gonna be like.

We get home and Rhonda makes the call to the man we want to do the ceremony. Yep, he is legal schmegal but is busy on September 23, the day we want to have the wedding. We talk about changing the date, Rhonda calls back to find out how he would do the ceremony, and he mentions he can do it from where he is going to be at...at a ceremonial grounds where they will have an encampment as he puts a man on the mountain.

Suddenly, it all FALLS INTO PLACE.

But wait, there is a bit of a funny story that goes with this whole thing. Some of you all may have heard it:

12 years ago, I danced before the tree. Nuff said about that.

Last year, in the first month or so of Rhonda and I being together, we went to a ceremony. The officiator, Tim, a man Rhonda is close to, and I, kept looking at each other thinking we knew each other from somewhere. He kept talking about this one Sundance where it was so hot out, 120 degrees on a few days, dancers were falling out left and right, etc. He gave a few details, and it sounded familiar. We discovered we were at the same dance. Then he informed me that he was the one who cut me.

Now, Tim is going to be the man of officiates our wedding.

There are many MANY more connections I could write about, but it all seems to just fit together so perfectly now, and all with just one phone call.

I Love you Rhonda Baseler. You are the AWESOMEST!

Oh, and I didn't take any pictures yesterday, and I even informed the Wonderful Rhonda B. that I Love her...EVEN MORE than my camera.