“You haven’t lost a daughter; you’ve gained a ton!”

It takes a lot of effort to blow things out of proportion in Jamaica.

Here we are, five weeks from the Impending Nuptials, enjoying the zen-ness of looking forward to a wedding that is only about the marriage of two people who love each other and want to commit to a life together... as if sharing a mortgage wasn't enough of a commitment. If you think about it, sharing a mortgage is more of a commitment.

Right now, it's just about V and Pete, which is as it should be.

Let's not fool ourselves, though. We are, after all, Crockers. We are the Poster Children of Type A. Okay, maybe Type A Minus, but really wanting to be Type A. We will find some small way to obsess over this.

There is a huge piece of Letting Go involved here. After all, the hotel makes the arrangements. Will the designated "Officiant" be Ras Bongo? Will Jeannie get drunk? Will my clothes fit or will I arrive in the threatened green, black, and gold caftan?

No hoo-hah, no duty-dances, no onerous traditions, no pressure of what people might expect one should or shouldn't do at a wedding. We'll deal with that in the Fall. Irie, mon...