Something Borrowed

It was easy to come up with something new: my dress. Then something old: Mom's pearls. We bought something blue, a turquoise ring, at a shop in Gallup. But something borrowed? That one took a while.

I asked my future mother-in-law if I could borrow a pair of pearl earrings and when she came to visit last week she brought me something to similar that I will wear. But during that time, someone else asked me what I might need.

I have known Sharron and Denny since elementary school. Sharron was one of the moms who drove our CCD carpool to church, their middle daughter my age. I didn't see them after we graduated from high school but all these years I ran by their house and when I was back home during that year and a half I lived in my hometown.

It was my realtor who suggested Denny to help me ready my house to go on the market and it was good to get caught up with Sharron and Denny even in the last months I lived there. Denny painted my kitchen (while I painted the den) and helped me with some other assorted projects.

The night before Mom and I moved to Albuquerque, they had us over for what we all jokingly called "The Last Supper." And last summer when Greg and I were in town, they invited us to dinner so they could meet Greg.

However, they won't be at the wedding because Denny is weak from cancer and by asking me if I needed to borrow anything was Sharron's way of being at my wedding in some way. And with the energy of over forty years of a strong marriage, I am excited to wear her pearl bracelet. 

And each time I'll look at it, I'll know that Sharron and Denny are with us, rooting us on for our new journey together.