A couple of weeks ago I planned a fun family evening out at an orchard festival all-inclusive with a band I really wanted to hear. I'm thinking outdoor music under the stars, fun, festive, everyone happy!
The night was a series of disasters.
As a professional event planner/coordinator extraordinaire, I felt badly that my sensational plans flopped miserably, and there was no redeeming the evening.
"I'm sorry," I said head hung in hopelessness [looking quite pitiful I'm betting]. He said, "It's fine. It's not about the destination, it's about the journey." *fairy dust* *hearts* *butterflies*
Another day goes by and another moment happens where he makes my heart so incredibly happy even in not-so-pleasant circumstances.
