I anticipated this time of engagement to be one of solitude, reflection, contemplation, and prayer. I also thought that this would be the time that family and closest friends would be supportive in aiding the preparation for a new stage of life.
I'm wrong.
Winchell and I laid out a google calendar for our wedding planning. Every night but Tuesday is booked- natural family planning counseling, dancing lessons, premarital counseling, and all the vendors- the invitation people, photographers, videographer, baker, seamstress...it goes on and on. I've immensely enjoyed the dancing (which was his idea) and premarital, but all the other stuff, really? Is this needed? We have a thread of over 60 emails in regards to the elements of our invitations- the color, the font, the paper weight, the text, the graphics, the design, the... Perhaps I'm sick not from germs but ill spent time on these silly wedding details. But it is spent for to commemorate a beautiful day for something that I pray that will happen once in this lifetime.
I found it foolish that brides have asked Miss Manners if they could fire bridesmaids- that it was petty and blind. Really, suck it up. It was your fault to ask the wrong women. But now I understand. Friendships flux and situations arise whether they are yours or theirs; and you realize that in the thick of it, they really aren't the friends you thought they were when you asked them to stand by you on your day. You thought they already were an integral part of your life, so it made sense to you that this would continue and to memorialize it on a wedding program. Oh well, perhaps this friendship was over a long time ago and it was foolish to think that this sacred moment would revive it. It was never about the dress, the flowers, the showers, or any of that crap, but it was about openness, care, trust, honesty, love. Love. The true stuff friendships live on. The command that Jesus gave. Do you care? Do you really? I did. I still do- that's what hurts. When I pretend I don't, I lie to myself. Ironically, support does come out in forms of being willing to wear a certain dress, stuff invitations, and reminders to pick up a marriage license and change my name in addition to the unspoken, invaluable knowledge I can call in the middle of the night.
Then the family member who tells you they're not coming. Can I fire family too?
Then the family and few friends who are faithfully here... Neen, Tiff, and Winchell patiently folded mis-cut paper to made the invitation envelopes from 9pm-3am a couple Saturdays ago. That's love. My mom stayed up with us cutting the liner for these messed envelopes. Dennis and Vivien asking us the hard questions every Thursday, "Why do you love this woman?", "Is God in your relationship?", "Are you sure this is the right time for you to get married?" That's love. Missy making phone calls from S. Carolina to see how I'm doing. That's love. And I want to love like this.
What a strange mix of love and desertion in this time. Thankful for the former. Learning from the latter. I cannot be bitter, for I know that I've abused my relationship with God in deeper ways than what's been said and done by others. But man, still hurts, esp. the silent treatment. But at the right time, all will be healed.