Josh and I had a blast taking a drive over to the mountains of Georgia to watch our friend’s daughter get married. These aren’t just any old friends. They were the very first newlywed friends we had. And we realized quickly we lived in the same apartment complex. When Josh started teaching our Sunday School class, they started taking care of the class role and getting info from our visitors. This went on from roughly late 2001 til 2016! They are as faithful, steady and consistent as they come. And we were thrilled to watch them marry off their daughter. The little baby girl we remember being born. It was surreal. I don’t feel 49 years old at all, but when I saw the Mother of the Bride walking down the aisle and then the Father of the Bride walking down the aisle with baby Kayla and then mustering up all that is in him to get out the words, “Her mother and I do,” well that was just a lot to take in. I sort of felt all of 49 in that moment.
All of these people are all just the best. So funny. So caring. So dedicated to one another. So generous towards their kids. Just the best. I am so thankful for all those younger years we had together. “Doing life together” or “Living in Community” is thrown around a lot in churches these days…well, we were doing that when it wasn’t called anything in particular. And it was such a gift. A gift I am more appreciative of now than I was even then.
Josh and I spent the night before in Gainesville and enjoyed getting out of town for a bit.
We found a trail after breakfast.
We watched MOlly’s church online.
And we got an update on Rolo while she was at daycare.
Always fun to be with Josh no matter where we are!
