Forty-seven days until the wedding. That’s less than half of 100. Does it send me into spiraling stress over all the things left undone? Not even a bit. In answer to the question so many of you have asked: No I have not found the M.O.B. (mother of the bride) dress. But I’ve still got 47 days to find one, right?
Undaunted, I remain committed to not being the guest who looks like part of the cleanup crew. No offense to the cleanup crew. In fact you guys in those spiffy burgundy aprons I picked out might look better than I’m imagining myself at this point.
Yes, the bride is supposed to be the focus. And she will be, beautiful as she always is; more beautiful on December 30.
But I’d like for one or two people to say, “Oh, Nicole looks so much like you” even if just one more time.
So, after the dress…on to finding the shoes. Ouch!
PRAYER: Heavenly Father, thank you for it all—the busy-ness, the joy, the gotta-do’s—everything; because everything in this world is yours. And it is good. Help us to do it all for your glory. Amen.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? Any suggestions for formal footwear based on your own experience?
