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Bouquets, boutonnieres, and blue bottles

Sounds like someone is having a wedding up in here. Well, yes. Yes we are. Okay, I am not, but still there is a wedding that is going to be happening. And with all of this wedding preparation, it has me thinking about my own wedding. If it is God’s will. For the last 3 days, lots and lots of man hours and yummy drinks drank have been happening. And to be on the last day is such a rewarding feeling. Granted, I have done small amounts of work comparatively to the many others that have been involved, but I was able to lend a hand where needed, and I feel honored.
Tomorrow two amazing people will stand before their Maker, their family, and their friends and pledge their lives to one another. And what a beautiful thing it all is. Is it necessary? Is all of this what some call “frivolity” necessary? No. But, how wonderful is it to spend time and energy on something that means such a great deal in sealing a life-long relationship. I like weddings. Of course, I try to stay away from them because then I get all sappy and blah blah blah. Kinda like I try to stay away from baby showers cause it just makes me want to have a baby. =)
I think I got carried away there thinking about the baby I may one day bring into the world. Anyway. I just want to say that it is such a privilege to watch these two people give everything they have to each other. What a commitment. I applaud them.
But I will say this...if I have to make another bouquet or boutonniere or tie another little ribbon around a bottle I might just scream. ;-) Just kidding...yeah maybe not.
Be blessed you two! Make this life what you can. Be honest, kind, loving, and genuinely caring toward each other. Keep your Father forever in your view. Don’t mistake a disagreement for a fight. Don’t discount the fights for they make you stronger. Don’t undercut the other to make yourself feel better. Don’t drown the other in self-pity, but rely on them for comfort. Don’t dredge up old wrongs once they have been forgiven. Don’t forget to give everything you have. Don’t forget to love...everyday.
I love you both very much. Be blessed beyond measure!

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