I’m not sure why, but today feels like the first day of the official wedding countdown. Ten days to go. And today we got our first peak at the 10-day forecast, which depending on the website, does hold a slight chance of evening rain. Slight. And ten days out.
I’m surprised at the number of people who have told me they’re praying for good weather. Including our officiating pastor, and this makes me both grateful and curious. Quite honestly, I wouldn’t have dared to pray it on my own. I’ve always had the feeling that if all of us got our way when it comes to weather, it just might turn the whole order of things on its head, so why bother. But okay. If it’s a glorious day, I’ll know who to thank.
The boys have been asking me if I’ll cry. That day. I have no idea. Kyle, definitely. He’s much more predictable. Me? My crying hits me at the most unexpected times. Like a couple of weeks ago at church. Reaching into my communication box for my pay stub. And it hit me. There’s only one envelope. There used to be two. One for me and one for Grant. But he’s not working here anymore. Drip, drip, drip.
So who knows.
We’re all busy, some of us more than others. Mrs. Ruf is amazing. Wedding planner extraordinaire. She’s been making task lists for months, responsibilities delegated, every detail covered. And this is where she shines.
The guys are prepping speeches. Dads and best man. Kyle practices at the dinner table with tears in his eyes and his sons harassing. Dad, how are you ever going to do this for real?
In addition to his best man speech Luke’s been planning a bachelor party and a camping trip. The party’s tomorrow and overnight. Buddies and brothers and cousins whooping it up with Whirlyball and ComedySportz and burgers at The Blue Door Pub.
And then on Sunday Luke heads to Michigan for four days of camping with his pals. Florian is here from Germany, just for the wedding. (Flo is one of the Ruf’s many exchange students and a BFF of Luke’s – so of course, camping. Right?) And I assure you I am NOT afraid to pray about that.
Dress shirts are pressed, and there’s a stash of guy attire taking up a generous corner of my bedroom. Linen pants and vests, navy-blue ties, camel belts and dress shoes – times six. And I have my own stash, too, in silver hues.
Last night friends stopped by late to practice wedding music. Sweet guitar licks and glorious worship, and a few surprises in the mix. And this is where it hits me. I’ll probably want to tuck those kleenex into that little silver clutch. After all.
They’re doing such a good job. Grant and Kiana. With everything. Preparing for a wedding and a marriage and a ministry. Knowing what matters. Wanting to make it count. They even have a vision. On their wedding website. Theknot.com/wedding/Grant-and-Kiana. All you need to know about the event and registries and how to RSVP. And then there’s this:
Our vision is to battle this temptation to let self become the higher priority, and instead be givers. Givers of encouragement, givers of praise, givers of appreciation, givers of thanks, givers of time… A healthy marriage encourages the people and relationships around it. This is our vision. To live life for the King, to be givers, and to bring joy to the people around us.
It’s going to be good. This wedding. This marriage. This vision. Because even if it rains buckets and the food is a flop and the candles won’t light (which actually did happen at our wedding) – it won’t matter. Because it’s not the point, and they know it. Because this countdown doesn’t just lead to a day, but a life.