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 vantage point. In a way it was God's little message to me: "It doesn't matter what your heart is doing or how it's reacting at the moment, this is how I always look at you." I only hope my heart will continually be aware to His loving embraces.
Tucker Jason Rhys was born on October 30th, 2023 at 3:18pm in the afternoon though I say his birth story started four months earlier in June. In June we were packing up our family and lives in Africa to come back to America for a year. With two small kids and me being six month pregnant, Steven and I still thought it would be worth the effort to stop in Paris for a layover and do a couple Frenchy things like eat a croissant and see the Eiffel Tower. It’s a “perk” of the job I tell myself—every flight path inevitably goes through Europe. We booked tickets that took us through Paris and then onto America. After booking everything we hit a snag—Farrah’s passport was set to expire in September and apparently France requires three months of validity left on a US passport before giving a visa to visit their country. She only had two months left before she needed to renew hers. (I'm getting to the birth, I promise…) Up until that last week on our island as we were packing our bags ...
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