So I just discovered my new favorite song . . . accompanied by this awesome video, and it prompted me to {finally} write this.
Because I am really never busy enough any time I go to Georgia, when I visited in May, I managed to squeeze in three weddings in three consecutive weekends (that is A LOT of electric slide, let me tell you). Two I planned to attend, and one I got to crash (thanks sweet Palmer family!) Anyway , I will spare you the overwhelming flood of gushy romantic feelings these events usually incite, as well as the inevitable (but enjoyable) memories of our sweet – and CRAZY – day.
What I will share is what I have recently decided is my absolute most favorite part of attending weddings (other than the post event dissection of EVERY SINGLE DETAIL with my mother and sisters – by this point, if our husbands have been unable to escape, they are practically in a fetal position on the floor in a desperate attempt to resist the waves of estrogen crashing around the room.) I digress . . . right, my new favorite part . . . It’s watching the happy couple and knowing they are having the BEST DAY EVER, and remembering from my (still limited)experience that it won’t be their best day – there are even better days to come. My marriage is still young but they are already adding up. Seeing P. march into a Pope AFB hangar safe and whole, welcoming our sweet J, two blissful weeks in Europe in the midst of a HARD year, not knowing when we married that I could (and do) love him richer, deeper, and with more understanding – all these add up to better days . . . and April 30, 2005 was a GREAT day. I truly am the luckiest. (P. you will never win that particular argument).
~M.
P.S. And we have been fortunate to witness others’ better days as well. We are surrounded by some phenomenal marriages, but recently (on the same trip) I have been privileged to watch one of the sweetest, and one that remains a constant encouragement to me – my dear big sis and “brother other,” L. and J. Wheeler. Ten years, a few naval deployments, four kids (plus ours for a year), one tiny house, and two sets of in-laws in the same town later, I still catch them looking at each other like teenagers on a second date. I feel like I am intruding, but it is such a joy to see. And, which is even more remarkable if you’ve heard them, L. still laughs at his jokes. True love for sure.
P.S.S. Congrats to the new Mays, Bates, Kinards, and Rockwells.