Feeling the Blues

Friday night was wedding rehearsal night and we had a blast! Ten rambunctious groomsmen, nine lovely bridesmaids, two ministers of different faiths but the same God, two fathers of the bride (have fun with that one!) and four little itsy bitsy flower girls. We ended in prayer and I sent up another one later that everyone would remember half of what I showed them!

Saturday dawned sunny and beautiful! Arrived at the church to boxes of flowers that needed to be pinned, placed or hung on women's delicate wrists. Pinning boutonniere's on ten well heeled and gorgeous groomsmen was very nice and it was fun to tease them that I might "stick" them if they didn't behave at the wedding. The four little delectable flower girls were running around in between pews, water fountains, men's legs, women's skirts, chasing Monarch butterflies still lingering at the Mission with their pink sashes fluttering behind them. The bridesmaids were hovering around the bride; adding lipstick here, straightening a piece of lace there and keeping a smile on her face.

Soon I was giving the signal for the Mission bells to ring and all the candy wrapped wedding party entered the church with the photographer clicking off photo's behind them as I closed the heavy Old Mission church doors.

It hit me then how much I missed doing weddings. I missed getting to know each of these couples, their lives, their family stories, their problems and helping them overcome any issue relating to the wedding or each other. I missed making a difference in their lives for the eight months or year before the wedding. 

I don't know what God's plan is for me and it is really hard to be patient and open when you want to push to make something happen. This was not how I thought my 50th year would be like and some days are more blue than I would like. BUT, I do believe and I do have faith that love will get me through this and love will be there in the end.