133.
That's how many days are left until the wedding. I am terribly excited, but also excruciatingly overwhelmed. When I get stressed, I just think about what a beautiful picture of God's provision, grace, and love our wedding will be.
Nearly four and a half years ago, I walked the aisle of Hargrove UMC with my mother and sister in a ceremony. We wore black and we cried tears of grief. At the end of the aisle was my father's casket. It is a walk I will never, ever forget.
In 133 days, I will walk down the same aisle with my mother and sister beside me. This time, I will be wearing white and any tears I cry will be from joy. At the end of the aisle will be my husband. It is a walk I will never, ever forget.
Getting married at Hargrove means the world to me. I was Christened there, baptized there, confirmed there. My parents were married there. Many of my relatives have been married there. It was the place of my father's funeral, as well as my uncle's, and my granddaddy's. Now it will also be the place where I get married, and what a day that will be. :)
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