Saturday was a special day for me. We had weddings to attend--not just one, but two. I've done a wedding and a funeral in one day before (on opposite sides of the state mind you) but I've never done two weddings in one day. It was a long day, but I would do it all over again.
Robert, being the good husband that he is, decided that to do what we normally would have done pre-pregnant Kristin (leave Saturday morning and drive back Saturday night) was just too much. So he made hotel reservations for Friday night in the town of the first wedding, so we could take it easy Saturday morning (and so glad we did...by the time we were almost half way to our destination we got report that there was sleet in Atlanta!!!) He also made me "officially" (meaning submit paperwork and everything) take Sunday off so that we didn't have to drive back to the ATL in the wee hours of the night when wedding number two was complete. He really is too good to me.
Friday we had a good restful evening in Vidalia--Robert drove me around and showed me the home he spent his childhood years in, showed me where his kindergarden graduation was (and where Robert as Rambo made his appearance). We found the mexican restaurant in town (of course!), got blizzards from the local dairy queen and enjoyed some good quality time together (which was needed!).
We had a restful Saturday morning before heading to wedding number one of the day that was at noon.
Brian Winter was the groom. Brian holds a very special place in my heart. I've had the privilege of watching him as a young man in his early years of high school uncertain of this man Jesus to whole heartedly giving his life to Him.
With high school graduation came moving onto college and learning what it meant to be rooted in prayer and cry out on behalf of a campus. College graduation brought the pursuit of God's will for His life and the full time calling into ministry seemed the road he was to follow. A Youth Minister is now his calling and now as of Saturday, a husband.
Brian, I couldn't be more proud of you. Thank you for letting me share life with you and watch you grow into the incredible man that you are. To watch two believers make a covenant with their Beloved Jesus to love one another forever and ever is an honor. Thank you for letting us be a part of your special day. God is going to use the two of you mightily in His Kingdom. We are blessed because of you. And welcome to the family Amanda!
Up next was I-16 towards good ole SAV. It was to be a ladies night at the next wedding, so to my parent's house we went to drop off Robert for a night of football with his in-laws. I then headed to one of my all time favorite places on this planet--downtown Savannah. The mother of the groom is one of my best friends in all of this world.
I've written about her before and I still can't put all my feelings about this woman into one post (and yes you have to go
read that post, because I just did and am balling all over again).
Heidi, thank you for letting me be a part of your families special night. It was an honor to be there and watch you be a beautiful mother of the groom. I tried harder than anything to hold back the tears in your special dance, but finally had to give in. You are a special woman. You are one of God's most precious gifts to me and I love more than anything sharing life with you. My heart still breaks that I no longer get to run the streets with you on a daily basis, but your life encourages me to not give in to the ordinary. I love you my Heidi-Ho. Coffee date in two weeks? And maybe we can get our hands on another box of bananas. :)
Labels: Friends, NaBloPoMo, vacation, weddings, Youth Ministry
