I check on the guest list once again.
The pool is cleaned up, chairs in place, ice buckets and glasses laid out, and the aroma of fresh food emanating from the catering enclosure. I want this party to be perfect – before the water freezes.
I check the phone to see if somebody is dropping out with a last minute excuse.
“Liz, I’m sorry to say this, but …..”
Just as expected…… Life and relationships are never perfect. Hence, I do whatever I can to make it happy, before winter sets in. It could be the last winter of my life.