Friday, November 18, 2005

Delayed Reports

It has been so long! I actually don't have much to say at the moment which is ironic since I've had lots to say in the last month and a half but couldn't sign onto Blogger. The highlights, since my last post are that I went back to Carson-Newman for Homecoming and then last weekend, my sister got married. There were plenty of other things worth noting, but I'm not recalling them at the moment. And of course, there's a lot to say on either of those subjects as well. I already started an entry about college, so I'll wait on the CNC thing until I can get back to that one. For now, let's just pick up where we are with the wedding.

People go to weddings all the time. It's not a big deal, right? I mean, it's pretty significant when it's your own (I assume, having never been in that position), but when someone else gets married it's just like the passage of time. At least that's sort of how I always looked at it. Don't get me wrong, I don't take marriage lightly at all; and there is a sentimental, over-analytical part of me that always takes a deeper look into the event. But this wedding has such a grip on me that I went into it with an anticipation almost like that of a bride, and I have been dwelling on it all week since.

Aside from my step-sister, this was our first family wedding. I first thought it would be difficult for me to handle my little sister getting married before me, but that thought was not usually at the forefront of my mind. Instead, I was so excited for her and just wanted everything to be perfect for her. I wanted to soak in every moment so that in the coming years, as we reminisce, it will be a cherished memory to talk about and share with even her children. I was overwhelmed by the sense of peace that I had in knowing that she was in the center of God's will. I thought about how I was just starting to develop a bond with her and now I was letting her go. I thought about the conversations we'd had over what she wanted in a husband, in a wedding, and in a marriage and how she was getting everything she had hoped and prayed for. It was a crazy weekend of preparation that left us all in need of some stress relief (and some even partaking in the medicinal kind!). But, when the bridesmaids had processed to the front and the glorious bridal processional started as the back doors opened to reveal she and my father standing there, I thought it was one of the most beautiful moments I had witnessed in my life. To look across at my brothers and know that we were all able to experience this together, to sing with one brother while the bride and groom joined in a song of praise to God, to watch her be overcome with emotion at the sight of our handiwork in making the reception of her imagination come true- these are the things I will carry with me and think of when I remember this wonderful day. I love my sister, and I hope that she will one day get a glimpse into what I felt for her this weekend as I watched her take the hand of a man I respect, and become his beautiful bride.

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