My son’s wedding day was beautiful in every way. Two vibrant young people said “I do” at an altar; surrounded by family and friends…one, a boy I’ve poured love into for the past 23 years and the other, a lovely girl who’s charm and sheer cuteness has stolen our hearts.
The newly-married couple smiled
and smiled some more…while those of us who love them basked in the blessing of their union and in the optimism and hope of young love. And ultimately, that’s what we’ll remember most.
But, that’s not all I’ll remember.
I’ll also remember the caravan of cars that left Greenville, South Carolina, well before the crack of dawn to make the long day’s trip to Springfield, Missouri. The hugfest that ensued as all of the cousins folded themselves out of the car.
The day just wouldn’t have been the same without all the “girl” cousins there to watch their only boy get married.
I’ll remember my brother-in-law who took his precious days off to spend the week with us. I’ll remember how my sister-in-love missed most of the reception to make sure things were done in the kitchen. I’ll remember catching a glimpse of my life-long friend keeping the appetizers replenished, only to find out later that she spent the whole reception washing up serving dishes.
…the pride of watching the oldest cousin direct the whole affair with calm confidence and a smile,
…the row of proud grandparents (and a proud grand-aunt) dabbing wet eyes,
…my glowing baby girl gazing at her brother with sparkling eyes; knowing she was gaining a sister,
…God holding back the rain just in time because His timing is always perfect.
Oh, and there was the rehearsal dinner prepared by the loving hands of missionary aunts and uncles who have been our second family throughout our years in Asia…born not of blood, but out of years of love and shared experiences.
A sincere thanks and gratitude rises in my heart…I am blessed to have a loving family and loyal friends.
My son’s wedding was beautiful and they both basked in their special day. And our precious friends and family
? They were all there for them
, and I know…they were all there for me. Because, in the end, that’s what family does…and I’ll remember it all.
4-6 In this way we are like the various parts of a human body. Each part gets its meaning from the body as a whole, not the other way around. The body we’re talking about is Christ’s body of chosen people. Each of us finds our meaning and function as a part of his body. But as a chopped-off finger or cut-off toe we wouldn’t amount to much, would we? So since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and marvelously functioning parts in Christ’s body, let’s just go ahead and be what we were made to be, without enviously or pridefully comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren’t.
Romans 12: 5-6 – The Message
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