A Wedding and Remembering Mine

What a sweet wedding I went to this weekend! The young (very young), couple looked lovingly into each others eyes, they kissed a little too long, they gave all the glory to God. All the decorations were simplistic, yet sophisticated, not too little, not too much. It was a North Carolina blue sky day. Just perfect, everything.

That is, except one thing....my husband was not with me. He was far far away, in Thailand to be exact, on business. Makin' the bacon for our large family of 7.

It was like yesterday, our wedding. Only 23 years ago. The sky was a NC blue sky, the decorations, maybe not so perfect, but we didn't care. The guests, well maybe they had fun, we didn't care. We just wanted to be together, we were so anxious to start our married life as one.

We were so in love.

I saw my man at the end of the isle, on my big day, my arm snuggled in my beloved dad's arm....and I just wanted to run. Run, that is, towards him! I couldn't wait. I wanted to be his, make him mine.

I loved him so much.

And when he comes home from Thailand or Dubai, or whereever he is...I just want to run....run into his arms, because I love him so much. I just want to be his.

Yes, 23 years later! I'm fatter. He's a little rounder :). But we have one thing in common. We are so in love. Even more so every day.

That's why I cried at this wedding. Because I pray that this couple will feel the same 23 years later; 5 or so kids, many animals, several houses, lots of trials, ups and downs....later!!!

I love you Jason. Come home to me.