It seemed like plenty of time—15 months. Certainly long enough to plan and execute a wedding for under 200 guests. Extra time even.
Fifteen months gave us the luxury of winding through an entire year’s worth of holidays and celebrations; enabling us—should we wish; and we didn’t—to purchase extra heart shaped candies on Valentine’s Day, fizzly sparklers on July 4, and red wax lips on Halloween.
We did wish to participate in two—really two?—after-Christmas sales for glitter covered snowflakes, twinkly white light strings, and crystal champagne flutes.
But here it is the November 7. Fifty-five days of preparation left. Fifty-five days until I spend the evening—Kleenex in hand—watching my daughter take the hand of her new husband.
What was it I wrote about in my last blog post? Something about not despairing over lack of time? Guess I’d better go read it again.
The wedding dress is bought and altered. The decorations are organized. The set up instructions are revised, printed and awaiting lamination (you knew they’d be, didn’t you?). The menu is set and the shopping list is compiling. The tuxes are ordered. The trial hair appointment is scheduled and anticipation is in the air.
I suppose I can no longer avoid it. It’s time. Time to suck it up and suck it in.
Yep. Time to shop for my dress. <sigh> Fifteen months is never enough time for that.
PRAYER: Heavenly Father, help us not worry too much about what we will eat or what we will wear. Remind us of the lilies of the field and the birds of the air. Remind us that in all areas of our lives, the important thing is that you love and care for us. Amen.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? When was the last time you felt like there wasn’t enough time?