It's dark, and I'm in an outdoor area like a park, with roofs over some picnic tables. We seem to be preparing for a wedding. They have brought big boxes with hundreds of candles, and I joke that we did the same, we discovered you could buy them for like $1, so we bought like 50, way too many.

We distribute the candles out on the tables and try to light them, but it's very breezy and they keep getting blown out. I think that we will have to have the guests light them, if we want to get them all lit up at once.

My mom is sitting at one of the picnic tables and she says a sentence that I can't figure out - I can understand all the words, but it's very vague language and I don't know what she's talking about. I tell her this, and she says "I'm just talking about learning to fall in love with your baby", and I sort of laugh and say I thinks that is supposed to take care of itself.