The Dramaqween Pastors Kid

“Will you marry me?” 
Sweet Mercy!

Everything froze.  My mind went wild and I thought This is the moment I have dreamed about my whole life!!!

“YES! OF COURSE! YES!”

We hugged, then stared at the clouds which looked amazing that day. I reminded myself to remember the moment forever because memory loss and blacking out moments like this isn‘t uncommon for me; like the first time we were introduced and our first kiss.

I am rarely speechless, but this moment I was.  Eventually the bliss of this forever-moment turned into “Oh my!  We have lots to do!”

The first few days were not what I expected; mostly stress and chaos in this less-than-laid-back brain of mine. Standing in the driveway sobbing “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!!! This should be FUN and it’s NOT!” I realized timing, money, and stress were ruining this very special time in my life. I saw just enough of how I act when I’m stressed to say “no more” and refused to give myself even one chance to be a bridezilla. After getting my act together I pulled myself into the ultimate planning mode. God’s provision flowed in and continues to overwhelm us all as the days go by.

I have to laugh at some of the things that have gone on during this process. Who knew that unity candles could be so hideous!?! Or that “of” and “to” on the invitations could cause an argument between my mother and I?  Hands-down the invitations are my least-favorite part of the whole experience. I mean, 370 different fonts?!  I’m sorry, but that just seems a little over the top to me … Times New Roman anyone? It is a good thing I know my florist because I knew the looks she was giving me were deep down filled with love.  Despite the little details that want to drive me nuts, God has really touched my heart in all of this.  The day my mom, my  grandmother and I went shopping for my dress will always have a special place in my heart. 

Karl and I look forward to the day we become one, knowing we will have the joy and honor of sharing who God is and what he means to us that day.  It makes my little hyper-heart skip a beat.  So does looking up and seeing his smile.