Our summer was packed to overflowing. My son married the girl of his dreams on a beautiful July evening surrounded by their families and friends. Grandmothers, college roommates, and cousins from Kansas arrived at the airport. Another son returned from Costa Rica where he is teaching this year in time to take his place with the other groomsmen. Wedding punch was iced and the lanterns strung. After months of planning, the day had arrived. My son's youth pastor from high school days officiated. Half an hour before the ceremony, I was up on a ladder in my stocking feet draping a yellow daisy garland over the wooden arch while the violinist practiced Ode to Joy. Later when my son and bride stood under the arch, my eyes went to the cross beam where my husband had faithfully woodburned: Trust in the Lord with all your Heart. Proverbs 3:5
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