This past week was a flurry of activity.  There was always something happening.  It wasn’t my usual, “It’s been a very quiet day,” routine.

Christmas eve (Wednesday) church service while snow accumulated on my car. Christmas (Thursday) we were with family (Bryant, Barbara and Briana).  Friday evening featured the wedding of two friends–more on that coming up.  On Saturday, Sylvia’s family held their traditional Christmas dinner.

I get tired just thinking about that schedule.  (Things don’t move as fast out here on our secondary road.)  Saturday night it caught up with me.  Sleep fled while I pursued.  It was 4 AM before I caught sleep and wrestled it into submission.

I missed church on Sunday.  Now, this week will seem completely out of whack.

The Wedding

Frank and Missy have been dating for years.  Now they are man and wife.

Newly Weds

Aren’t they a beautiful couple?  They’ve been married before, so some of the traditions were dropped from the ceremony.

The crowd was assembled at tables in the hall.  Then the theme from Rocky began to come out of the speakers.  People began to stand.  What?  We stood.  There came Frank with Missy on his arm.  They walked briskly toward the altar.  Near the altar stood Missy’s father.  The couple stopped dad hugged daughter and spoke into her ear.  Then dad shook Frank’s hand and they walked up to the parson.  After the exchange of vows and rings, they were pronounced man and wife.  The reception began.  It all went perfectly!

I leaned over to Sylvia and said, “My feet are killing me” (arthritis).  She replied, “I have to bake three dozen rolls for tomorrow.”  I asked, “Do you want to go?”  “Let’s.”

It was nearly midnight when Sylvia came to bed.  The end of a beautiful day.  The beginning of a wonderful marriage.

May God bless this couple.