Tomorrow Morning

I like to look at the groom's face as the doors open and he sees his bride at the end of the aisle.  Usually he smiles and every so often he will tear up just a little as he gazes at the face of the woman he wants to wake up to every morning and kiss every night.  This weekend we were blessed to travel to Michigan to witness the marriage of a pretty fantastic cousin.  We stood up when the music changed and everyone in the pews turned to watch Julie enter the church.

But I watched Matt.

The smile hit his face, his eyes locked on her and didn't budge until she was at his side.

After the reception started and the speeches were over, Uncle Jerry fired up the slideshow of photos of Julie and Matt as young children.  In an instant, I was watching the photos of my baby flash up on that screen.  I thought of all the photos I take every day, the ones I comb through week after week to collect into a scrapbook to capture those memories that go by so quickly.  I felt the sharp sting in my eyes as the tears threatened to emerge and I thought about how often I complain about how tired I am, how frustrating this season of life is, how often I just want to crawl into bed and hide for a couple days.

I turned to Evan and said, "We're going to go to bed tonight, wake up tomorrow morning and we'll be watching the slideshow of our boy up there on his wedding day."

Oh my gosh, you guys.  How is it even possible that there are days that seem to last for weeks, but the years seem to disappear in the blink of an eye?  Every yawn, tear, hug, late night snuggle, soccer game, sick day, and potty accident will all too soon be gone. 

It's so strange to live in this weird purgatory where you want them to hurry up and grow up without waking up on their wedding day tomorrow morning. 

There might be some extra snuggles in order today. 

Congratulations again to Julie and Matt!  We love you both very much and can't wait to see you two enjoy the misadventures and craziness that only marriage can bring!