“This Is IT!”
As I sit upon the living room floor, Indian Style my pose of choice, I am struck by the reality of what I am actually doing. There, in the center of this room in the home in which I’ve spent the last 15 years of my life, I realize that I am ACTUALLY preparing the centerpieces for my WEDDING!!
“MY wedding”…wow… Two words I hoped I would one day use, but never imagined the gravity that they would carry. I’m getting married. Josiah is getting married. WE are getting married to EACH OTHER. Wow…amazing.
How did we GET to this point?? By absolutely NO ability of our own, THAT’S for sure.. There’s no Matchmaker like God, that’s all I have to say!
So-back to my original point-
The wedding is 15 days away…15 DAYS!! How can we possibly comprehend the meaning of the previous sentence! It seems so surreal in many ways- we’ve been planning, sure, but it feels like we are, in a sense, doing all of this for another couple! It hasn’t hit us, and I suspect that it will not, until the day OF the wedding, as I’m walking down the aisle to meet my groom, and as Josiah awaits my arrival at the altar. Even THEN! Perhaps it will feel as though we are playing dress-up…we shall see!
My parent’s have an apron that was given to them at one of their own wedding showers 26 years ago. Emblazoned upon a yellow gingham background, the apron states that “THIS IS NO DRESS REHEARSAL! THIS IS IT!”
One day, several years ago, I asked my dad what the apron was referring to. He explained how he and Mom had received the apron and that it was a “gag gift” from a friend referring to the actual wedding itself. At the time, I was fairly confused, and it’s only been through the process of planning our own wedding that I’ve fully come to realize the significance of the apron’s words.
Feeling so surreal, going through the pre-wedding motions- it all feels like pretend; like a dress rehearsal. But it’s not. It’s for REAL! We are getting married to one another, forever and ever! IN 15 DAYS!!
Bit by bit, it’s sinking in- we are absorbing it little by little… Josiah will be my husband, and I will be his wife. We can’t wait to take on these roles and discover what they mean for us separately and together!
Well…it’s past dinner time in Tennessee, so I must temporarily holster my glue gun, and embark for the kitchen. Perhaps I’ll wear the apron…
