(Our kitschy lil’ elephant salt shakers.)
It is an exhausting but good season, sprinkled with just enough chai lattes to keep my eyelids peeled back. (If I had a dollar for every hour I’ve spent on the phone with customer service over our wedding registries…)
Then, there are thoughts that whirl in my head like this:
Questions about covenants.
The meaning of marriage as a picture of the Gospel.
How to glorify God when we’ve both been secretly inundated with the message "Your Spouse Will Make You Always Happy Happy."
Then—what is my responsibility as a wise wife-to-be? Is there value in frugality? (Or better, is there virtue in it?)
Then work calls. I have to design something and send it out, quickly, quickly, and try to find where I left off in my head.
But burrowed in covers at the end of the day, all I can think is how grateful I should be—how grateful I am—underneath it all.
(Less than 45 days…)
Published on September 18, 2013 09:36