Why? You may ask. Well, good question. My brother is getting married in just 2 days! Crazy how time flies. It seems like just yesterday me and my brother and sister were playing beanie baby soccer and barbies, recording our own radio show, playing football and capture the flag, and being kids without a care in the world. When I think back, I'm so grateful of the time I was able to spend with my family when I was younger, it made us as close as we are today and it shaped me as a person. I admire my brother so much and am so proud of the choices he's made and I'm so excited to welcome a new member into our family. The only warning I have for Amanda is this: watch out. You're about to embark on your greatest adventure yet ;). Bryan can tend to be a handful, but I think we raised him well. ;).
All this festivity has made me want to be a bride. I know all you guys are rolling your eyes and saying something along the lines of, "don't girls ALWAYS think about that?" Lie. We don't. But around times like this, we find ourselves wishing we were that special lady getting married to her prince...cheesy... but I believe it's true. It makes me go back to the bible though and cling to the truth that Jesus is our groom, and we are his bride. What a great thought. When I am stuck in my rut thinking, "it's never gonna happen to me" I need only to turn to the Truth and remind myself that there is one who desires me so much more than any earthly person could possibly. God simply reminds me that He is enough for me, He knows my path, and I need to trust in him, fall first and foremost in love with Him, and in His time, it'll be my turn to shop for that perfect dress and walk down the isle. Until then, I'm looking toward him, his love, and for that time when I will arrive in heaven and be welcomed as his perfect bride. :)
Till I write again, Jacks!
Thought for the day: When scheduling a nail appointment, make sure you budget a decent chunk of time... 4 hours after we started getting our nails done we were finally finished...ridonculous.
