I am a planner.
I am damn good at it.
I always look for the opportunity to plan something. Weddings (duh), birthdays, anniversary parties (knee-deep in planning one for next month!), room schemes, grocery shopping, our days/nights/weekends, you get the point.
But there is one thing not going as planned. And I am planning, and planning, and planning yet I can't pull off this event.
I feel like I keep restrategizing, reorganizing, recalculating, re-praying, re-hoping.
And then, in less than 3 minutes, a month... 30 days... 720 hours... 43,200 minutes, of planning, waiting, praying, hoping, gone.
And then. I am left. Heartbroken.
I am blessed in many ways. And I guess this is God's event to plan and not mine.