Happy! Evermore —
This is my wish for you two:
Love, joy … all your days!

Thank y’all for praying for me this weekend as I cried away my mascara at my sister-in-love’s wedding. (I believe the grammatically correct possessive is sister’s-in-love, but that looked funny, so I made an executive decision to alter it.) The wedding was beautiful. I loved the way the sun shone through the high window above the altar and how the room would dim like sunset as the clouds drifted by. I teared up when we stood for the bride to enter the room, but the tears really started flowing during the prayer, continued off and on, and I was on my second tissue when we got to the “till death do we part” line.

Weddings are always emotional, and this one was even more so because of the obvious grief factor. Weddings are also a reality check for the married folks in the room–a time to assess where you are in relation to the vows that you spoke however many years ago. Sometimes that is cause for happy tears, but sometimes it is cause for a different sort of grief–the kind that gnaws at your heartstrings and leaves you wondering where you went wrong.

Here’s to a couple who has laid their marital foundation on the Rock, and I pray that they have years and years and many more years to celebrate life together.