Oh my, after this past weekend, I don't know if I have any more emotions to share with my fellow readers. Watching your best friend get married to another best friend is like watching your own hair grow. You know what's happening in that moment, but in some ways it's such a slight difference in the natural realm that you wonder if anything has changed at all (aside from the obvious marriage liberties;) What blessed me the most was something I took to heart as I stood up next to them by the altar. Mr. Groom bore his bright blue eyes into hers with a bursting pride and joy. It's not exactly the same as her joy which was all over her being. I watched from behind as she swayed from side to side and he did the same. I hope my friends aren't embarrassed by this sappy tell-tale of my observations. What I couldn't get through my thick skull was that this was a picture of Jesus love for me. It's symbolic that I could only see the groom's eyes and tears from my ...