Leoffrith has fallen asleep beside me already, but my thoughts have kept me up a little longer. Sometimes, when he is sleeping, I have to keep checking to make sure he is breathing, for I fear so much that I will wake up and find that he is not. I know that it is a very irrational fear, that he is in perfect health and has not shown any signs of sickness since we have been living together, but still, the worry plagues my mind every time we lay down to go to sleep.
I have been writing lists upon lists for a few days. Lists of food I want to prepare for the ceremony, a list of guests that I wish to invite to the wedding, lists of activities for after the wedding. Blid said that he knew of some musicians that we could inquire about and perhaps look into having play at the wedding, but I have yet to make contact with anyone, unfortunately.
I wasn't fond of the outfit that Leoffrith showed me. His mother gave it to him, he said, and his brother had worn it before as well. But I wanted him to have something brand new for the wedding, tailored perfectly to him and only for him. A wedding is no place for hand-me-downs! And it was green and it would have clashed so horribly with my dress. Still, I would have accepted it had he desired it, but he did not seem to particularly care one way or another, and so I will send him to the tailor with a swatch of red fabric from my dress.
There is a jar of red pepper flakes on the table that I need to have delivered to Blid and Maddoct when I go to Bree tomorrow. Leoffrith said that Blid had liked them, and Blid had told me that Maddoct was very fond of hot food, and so I have prepared them a very large jar for them to share.
to do tomorrow:
- send the jar to Blid and Maddoct
- get a swatch of fabric from the seamstress and give it to Leoffrith
- write up a menu for the ceremony.
