This weekend, Dean and I are going out of town for his cousin’s wedding. I’m looking forward to seeing family, and I’m very excited for the bride and groom. Since I got married, going to a wedding has a whole different feel to me.
And, of course, it makes me think about my own wedding. It was perfect. I didn’t put months and months of planning into it, so it didn’t feel strange after it was over. I’ve seen many people stress over every detail of their wedding for months in advance. Sure, we had stress, but on a small scale and it didn’t last long.
Dean and I wanted to get away from the traditions of the ceremony, and focus on the commitment we were making. We didn’t spend hours decorating. In fact, we did no decorating at all. My mom thought an arch for us to stand under would be nice. I didn’t think any piece of decoration would improve the venue at all. It was the beach, after all. God decorated for us! It was slightly overcast that morning, which was slightly disappointing to me, until I stepped onto the beach and saw how much more it made the colors of the sand, and the water come out. It was beautiful. In fact, we were there a week, because we stayed and honeymooned there, and it was never as beautiful as it was that morning. Oh, I loved that day. I loved the flowers, I loved the atmosphere, I loved the vows we took time to write together; I loved everything about it. I never got even a hint of cold feet. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was God’s plan for my life, and I trusted Him and the man he was joining me with completely.
And the week that followed was the most relaxing, and most fun week of my life. I’ve never had another week like it, and I often wish I could go back and re-live it.
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