Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Going east

On our way east this morning.  My niece marries her farmer soul-mate Saturday (I really, really wanted to say 'the apple of her eye' but stopped myself just in time! Just for her!), and we'll be there in mass.  Or is that en masse. Except for the Beve who has to be at the graduation ceremonies of the high school where he just happens to work.  Details, details.  Call in sick, already.  What are they going to do, fire you?  They don't fire even terrible, I mean really, really atrocious teachers for far more egregious offenses. But then you wouldn't be the Beve, and I wouldn't believe in you if you actually were the kind of man who threw off responsibility for such events.  It's just that both of our daughters are in this wedding.  Yes, both of our beautiful dark-haired young women will be wearing sun-flower blue on Saturday as attendants, and I'm not sure when that will happen again.  They tell me it will definitely happen when each of them marry, but they won't be wearing the same color then, and there's just something about my girls (yes, I know they're women now) in matching outfits that brings tears to my eyes, takes me back to the days when I had charge of their clothes and was just corny enough to dress them that way purposely for every major event until they reared back in resentment when they saw me coming with fabric swatches and measuring tape.

All that to say, we're going to a wedding and I'm looking forward to it.  Family weddings where the men wear kilts and the girls dress in matching colors, and plenty of pictures are taken and plenty of food is  consumed and we all remember why we married as we're sitting in the pews watching.  Beve always reaches over and takes my hand as if to say, 'yes, I do, I still do,' and that, too, makes me a little teary.  I'll be missing him this weekend.  Sigh.

It'll be a computer-free several days for me, unless I can snag a few moments on someone else's computer, since mine is dead in the water.  It may be Sunday night before I hit the blog world again.  So until then, keep walking the life worthy of the gospel.  And know that "I thank my God every time I remember you.  In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with is only right for me to feel this way about you all, since I have you in my heart...and all of you share in God's grace with me."

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