So this weekend was the last weekend Ben and I had together before he leaves for California. It was also the weekend of Steve and Lisa's wedding!! It was a gorgeous ceremony out at the Red Covered Bridge, followed by a really fun reception over in LaMoille. It was so great having so many people in town, and getting to meet Ben's friend, Pat, who I had heard so much about but never actually met. Plus, his girlfriend is super sweet, so that's a plus, too! But it was a really fun weekend spent with some of my favorite people, even though I ended up with the bouquet. A very pushy ten year old made a power grab for it, then promptly shoved it at me before walking away. So, ya know, thanks for making my plans for me, random child.

But it was kind of weird at the same time. It felt like any other weekend Ben and I had spent together during the summer. We were so busy with random wedding related things that we hardly had time to stop and notice that this was it until the morning after the wedding. Well, I had started growing concerned the night before, but SOMEONE (we won't name names) had a few too many shots at the PI and promptly passed out, hogging all the pillow and bed.

The day after the wedding we all went over for brunch at Steve's parents, which was really nice. It was good getting to say good bye to everyone properly, rather than those quick good byes at the bar. And plus, the food was wonderful. Pretty sure I just want to kidnap Steve's parents. They are awesome. But when we left, it was down to the last hour before I had to catch my train. Ben stayed at the station with me, of course, and I'm glad he did, cause the train was an hour late. It was nice having time to just sit and catch our breath, while keeping in mind it was our last hour or so before we would go our seperate ways for quite a while.

I'm not scared or anything, because we do fine with long distance. But I've loved having him so close this whole summer, and knowing he's going to be SO far away is going to be hard. But, it'll go by fast! Before I know it, I'll be done with school and we'll have a solid plan. Maybe I should call that ten year old from the wedding and ask her what we should do. . .