i spent way too many hours in the car this weekend, driving through the traffic trap that is pigeon forge, tennessee. needless to say, i talked to myself enough.
today, instead, i’m talking to my dear friend, valarie, who tied the knot this weekend with her long-time beau.
you decided a long time ago who you would be.
gracious, kind, self-sacrificing.
regardless of surname or situation.
even on your day, as you exemplified the glowing bride, you cared for us.
we stood with you, in yellow heels and blushing cheeks, as you began this new part of your life.
my knees knocked as i watched you take your vows. i felt out of place. intruding on your private party. a whispering bridesmaid noticed: we forgot to let out your train. the audience missed out on all that lace and loveliness. not that they could have handled any more than you already radiated.
i soon realized, i had the best view in the house. i got to see his face as he took it all in . . . took you all in. i saw him as the man you’ve always loved. and i forgot about the details, the storm that threatened, the stress of the week . . . your gracious spirit seeped into every moment of the day.
i sometimes think a woman is measured by her grace under pressure, especially the pressure of that one day so many years in the making. you were capital g, Graceful, and i know it was true to character.
to valarie & nathan! *clink*