Rick said I would live through it but not get over it. Another advised, stay out of the way. The wisdom and encouragement leading to Kimberly’s wedding has been ecclectic at best.
She spent the last night in our house as a Littleton. They will be back – they will stay again. This time she will be a Mrs., on her own, now dependent and independent in ways we knew would come but could find little way to prepare. No more being her alarm clock – never annoying, really a Daddy’s delight. Now when she needs something, we will have dropped on the list. Not a problem but an eye-opening reality.
Patty and I sat last night talking about this evening. She was reminded of what our friend Rick shared at the wedding of his daughter. (Yes, Rick is the one who told me I would not get over it, just live through it.) He pointed out our children are not ours to give away – they are gifts from God. We hope they are made more valuable gifts by the experiences they face and grow from in our families as we follow Jesus together.
(. . . minutes later … after meltdown thinking about these very things)
Maybe Rick is right – I will have to see after this evening.