going to the chappel

Well, Verya has requested a wedding post, which I will be hard pressed to give because no amount of pictures, words, or stories could ever capture that day sufficiently. I mean, it was beautiful because two people were giving their lives to each other, and it was a lot of fun because I knew almost everyone there and it felt like we were all in it together- we'd all had a piece in the process which had led Dan and Christina to that day. But I think even more than that, it kind of blew me away how well everything went, even down to ridiculously small details that could have easily gone either way, good or bad. This shouldn't surprise me when I think of all the prayers that went into it, but it was amazingly faith-strengthening to see so many of them were answered one after another, on top of each other, all around us. I don't think there can be any question that God has chosen to bless Dan and Christina very richly, and that's so incredible to see.

Some of my favorite moments were: watching the flower girl get her hair done (she never lets anyone do her hair, but she sat perfectly still for the hairstylist, allbeit with a very troubled expression on her two-year-old face), trying to figure out exactly which car the bride and groom would be leaving in with the ushers so we could decorate it, the dollar dance (Carolyn and I cut a dollar in two and made Dan dance with both of us at once), the father daughter dance (closest I came to crying all night), and making eye contact with a beaming Aunt Jackie during the ceremony. Oh, and also the clean up party after the bride and groom had taken off. I was expecting it to be a huge chore, but so many people stayed to help it was done in no time.

With the wedding on Saturday and valentiens day on Sunday I thought I would be a pretty lonely gal by Monday, but I never really got the chance. The wedding party and a few other people went over to the Villa's after the wedding and played cards, and then Sunday afternoon a few of us hung out at the church and learned (kind of) a hymn in four-part harmony. Honestly, what's a relationship to a room full of friends?

So that was my weekend, and now I have to go back to school in twenty minutes. I don't know how I'm going to stand it. At the beginnings of such weekends, I always feel too tired and irritable to see anyone, and all I want to do is sit in my room and go on facebook or watch movies. But once I'm there, the more time I spend with people the more alive I feel, the more my priorities fall into place and the less sleep I need. I really think if I was able to live and work with my closest friends all the time, I'd never need to sleep or eat at all. You know what I mean?

Unfotunutly this is not reality, and as reality and I have never gotten along very well, today I expect a few particularly lively disagreements between he and I on the subject of contentment.