Jewells of Thought

Some of you may remember some articles last Fall about car accidents. I had the first, my sister-in-law the second and then the 3rd was the Preachers daughter at my parents church.

When I first heard the wedding would be in January I have to admit my envious heart said that it was my birthday month as if I have a hold over January. I know it sounds bratty, but I also knew I would not have even tried a January wedding myself. It’s bad enough having my birthday so close to the end of the previous year’s festivities that would be too much altogether.

She’s twenty years my junior and yet I find it intriguing we have both within the last couple of years found our Mr. Right at the same time. A part of me would be absolutely ready to marry Bryan, though on Friday. We have been through a living roller coaster and come through it together. I have never been more certain that God brought us together and he has used us both to help each other make certain decisions. Having to wait on God’s timing for 20 years and still waiting for some logistics to clear have also never made more sense to me.

Waiting to feel the sense of home that I do in our conversations and thoughts of him are mind-boggling. I wondered for so long if I would ever feel this way. Yet this couple getting married on Friday are in their 20s and don’t have as many experiences, but they will together as a married couple.

The Monday morning when my Dad got the text of her accident was just a month after mine. I immediately got online and wrote the article named “A Special Prayer Request” which is still a highly viewed article. It amazes me the articles that skyrocket easily. I literally couldn’t stop tearing up as I typed that article the dichotomy in our accidents was too much. I got headaches and achiness; she had broken bones and was taken to Evansville ICU.

Then when her Bridal Shower came around Mom didn’t want to go alone. It was the last day of our Estate Sale at Grandma’s house, but for Mom and because I knew the sentimental journey I had to go. There had been a chance if anything had been just slightly different there wouldn’t be a shower at all. So again, when her Mom spoke about that fact it was difficult for me to again not feel tears slide down my face.

While my parents and my uncle are part of the maybe 500 guests; I will be at home alone. Hopefully in conversation with Bryan that afternoon or night. I already told Bryan it would have made for a perfect date-night except he’s in LA. I had hoped to maybe have a niece around, but we won’t have her this weekend unfortunately.

My goodness though, her wedding has shown me how scaled down I want mine there will not be 8 or 9 bridesmaids. Although I know this won’t be logical I still love the idea of getting married in Boston, I may have to settle for a honeymoon there instead. I’m still trying to figure out whether I really want a church wedding or a civil wedding. The Alsmans had a civil service and the Bishops got married in Grandpa Arla’s living room. My parents had the church wedding. After watching my brother get married twice at my church I am not really wanting to follow after those.

Of course this is all my thoughts I need Bryan’s 2 cents to make any definite plans. I find it odd all my childhood thoughts on weddings seem to be out the window now. I could very easily elope… until remembering I’m Daddy’s only trip down the aisle and I can’t take that away from him whatever aisle that may be. Truly though, I haven’t taken wedding matters nearly as seriously until Bryan came into my life.