My young lady and my little girl, both come to me; we are chatting on my bed. It is 9:30 PM. I am already in my pj's, but they insist (I have found lots of excuses not do it for about a year...the box is not easy to reach); they want me to open the box where I keep my wedding dress.
And I recall deep in my heart what I have learned (and I am still learning) about saying yes, and I stand, my husband smiles; I say "yes", and open the box.
Why is it so hard to say "yes" to so many simple things that will turn a moment into something magical?
We laugh as they try my dress, (the one I used in the civil ceremony before our Religious wedding), and one that Grandma wore when she was a teenager. We tried the shoes, we laughed.
And then, I had to say "yes" once more. This time it was easier. I realized that saying "Yes", has "magical" effects. It brings laughs, and creates memories. They asked me to try on my wedding dress! I knew I would not fit in it, and my Beloved was there! But I said "Yes", and we laughed, and I loved it!
A third "yes" awaited; she loves photography and has never taken pictures of newly wed. This was her chance. She asked for the kiss... and we said "yes".
600. Thank you for the power of "yes".
601. Thank you, Lord, because I don't fit in that dress, I have been Mom four times, and that is a gift.
602. Lasting covenants.
603. Marriage vows.
604. Two girls dreaming.
605. Holding hands in the night.
606. Learning to pray.
607. Friends from afar, and long distance calls, and messages in FB.
609. Cheesecake for him.
611. Beautiful moments to build a relationship stronger.
612. The book that challenges Mom- Daughter conversations.
613. Memories built in the kitchen.
614. Trials that build our faith.
"Remember, O My Soul,
It is thy duty and privilege to rejoice in God:
He requires it of thee for all his favours of grace.
Rejoice then in the giver and His goodness,
Be happy in Him, O my heart, and in nothing but God,
for whatever a man trusts in,
from that he expects happiness"
From the Valley of Vision
From the archives:
On Being a Wife
One + One = One
His Music and My Song