Wedding unWednesday Leading Up To Thedding Thursday

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is Wednesday. 

And yes, it has been decreed in recent weeks that Wednesdays would be devoted to reliving the happy memories of a certain wedding of a certain son and a certain new daughter-in-law. 

However, due to some unavoidable complexities,  the pictures that should have been posted today will instead have to be posted tomorrow.   And so, for this week only, we will have Wedding Thursday which I realize doesn’t have quite the same ring as Wedding Wednesday--unless, of course, we were to call it Thedding Thursday!  Or not.

However.   So as not to leave all you wonderful Meganate Fans hanging (and to bring new readers up to speed a bit on the history of Nathan and Meagan’s relationship) I am going to post a few pictures from their past years together--pictures that all led up to that Big Day that has made all our Wedding Wednesdays possible.

Here are Meagan and Nate with their families and friends.  Nathan was 14 and Meagan was 15 and they barely knew each other at that point.

They attended the formal together at the Christian Academy where we were pastoring.  It wasn’t officially a real date, though; it was more of a situation where their moms thought it would be a fun thing if they went together since we were all—them and their families—such good friends.

I have always loved this picture because it captures their quirky relationship so well.  The reason they were making faces was because were getting tired from smiling so much and they were trying to do “facial muscle stretches” to relax them.

And I love this picture from that evening too because you know what it looks like?  It looks like newlyweds leaving after a wedding!

This picture makes me smile because I can just imagine when Nathan and Meagan get their own house and start re-painting.  They will look just like this—just a few years older.

Here they are at our house with Meagan’s family and some church friends.  For some reason, we are all singing, but I have no idea why. 

This picture has nothing to do with Nathan and Meagan but I’ve always loved it so I’ll post it.  The lovely lady in the center is Meagan’s mom, Sheri.  While she and Frank were transitioning in ministry, she led the choir for a while at our church in Smithfield and this was taken at our house after a special choir performance.  It captures Sheri’s verve and personality so well.

This is actually Nathan and Meagan’s first real date when he officially asked her out.   It consisted of me taking them to the local outlet mall (Nathan didn’t have his license) where they went out to eat and then walked around the mall and shopped.  (It was mostly window shopping since there were no big bucks involved.  I picked them back up at the end of their big evening and that was that!

I have to laugh when I look at this picture because . . .

. . . some things never change.

I really do love this fella quite a lot.  He and I talked on the phone for a whole hour the other night and had such a lovely visit.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier face as when Meagan surprised him one day by a visit (from FL to NC) when he wasn’t expecting her.

Nathan has always known how to make Meagan laugh.

(Sarah had her headphones on and was completely unaware of the merriment unfolding in front of her.)

A few more miscellaneous shots. . .

And there you have it.  Wedding unWednesday, leading up to Thedding Thursday!

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Thanks to all of you who left so many gracious, encouraging comments on Monday after I posted about not feeling so well—physically or emotionally.   It meant a lot to me that so many of you shared your personal stories about your own struggles.  None of us is alone in having some down times; we are part of a circle of fellow strugglers and that in itself is an encouragement.

As for my doctor visit, he listened to my lungs and said that he heard some gunk in there.  (He used a fancy medical term but I sort of like the sound of gunk instead.)  He put me on two meds and said I should be feeling better soon.

Well, it’s now Wednesday and I’m still feeling rather lousy overall, although I think my lungs are clearing up.  So I’ll just keep pluggin’ away here and think longingly of the day when my nose isn’t red, my head isn’t achy, and my body isn’t feeling like that of a 104-year old lady. 

See ya tomorrow!

Garnish-Lovin’ Heart. And A Teeny Tiny Rant.

Every other Tuesday, we have an informal lunch at our church.  Everyone is invited and everyone pitches in with a little something; it always turns into a fun and tasty get together.

Well, last week the lunch sort of sneaked up on me and it dawned on me Tuesday morning that I didn’t have anything in the house that I could whip up and take along.  

So I sat in the kitchen.  And I pondered.  And I perplexed.  I pondered and I perplexed until a pondering-produced light finally dawned.  I did have something to take after all!  I remembered that I had a store bought container of unopened potato salad. I traipsed out to our extra refrigerator in the garage where ye olde potato salad was residing and I carried it into the kitchen, so happy to have found something in the house that was take-able. 

However, when I took the lid off the container and peered at the contents within, I felt decidedly uninspired by the blandness before me.  Something needed to be done—something easy and something speedy.

The first thing I figured I could do to increase the salad’s appeal was to take it out of the store container so that it would no longer blatantly announce the fact that it wasn’t homemade.  I spooned it all in a disposable container and set it on the counter for further pondering. 

It continued to not inspire me.

After a bit more thought, I boiled an egg, sliced it, and used it as a bland-ish potato salad garnish. 

A slight improvement, to be sure.

I added a few sprinkles of paprika.

And a wee bit of parsley.

And with a few simple and quick additions, I went from this . . . to this.

And my garnish-lovin’ heart was happy.

The end.

A Teeny Tiny Rant

I wrote the above (perky) post yesterday. 

In today’s news, though, I’m having sort of a down day on several fronts.   I’ve been sick for the past few days and am headed to the doctor this afternoon to make sure that it’s not getting into my lungs since my peak flow meter results have been headed downward.

And emotionally?  I’m tired, overwhelmed, discouraged and especially lonely.  I am rather tempted to crawl into bed and put the covers over my head for about a week.  Anyone else ever dealt with the Covers Over The Head Temptation?   Unfortunately, that particular temptation doesn’t usually allow for the fact that life and busyness continue on and all our obligations and responsibilities still tend to sniff us out, even under the covers.

I would be the first one to admit that I don’t have a thing in the world to be sad or down about.  But you know, every once in a while we all just need to give ourselves permission to not be happy.  Or even cheery.  And since pastor’s wives usually specialize in cheeriness, and listening, and lifting the burdens of others (which I count a great privilege),  I think maybe I’ve gotten a little overladen with a few too many loads--loads of others and loads of my own.

At any rate, I am making myself be up and at ‘em today (despite feeling lousy) because there is just way too much to get done.  However, I am reassuring myself with the fact that the emotional pendulum will soon swing the other way and I am also reminding myself that feelings are just feelings . . . they don’t define life, they don’t define me.  They just . . .  are. 

So.  That’s my teeny, tiny rant for the day.

Thank you for listening.

 

The Mississippi Length List

Yesterday afternoon was our day off and we had an appointment scheduled at 3 pm for a house appraiser to come by to look over our home. (We’re refinancing our mortgage.)   Steve had a list of things that needed to be done that was longer than the Mississippi and he and I were full of big plans to work as an amazingly awesome and efficient team and get every last thing crossed off that list by the time the appraiser arrived.

Unfortunately, our wonderful plan did not work quite as expected since I started feeling bad on Thursday and woke up Friday with a full fledged cased of the Flu and Cold Yuckies. Steve gallantly put me back to bed to rest and said that he would take care of the Mississippi Length List on his own. 

I dosed off and on between misery and wakefulness and sleep, feeling really bad that I wasn’t able to help Steve with the list of projects. I finally drifted off and slept until about 12:30 when I was awakened by the Mississippi List Doer himself, appearing through the bedroom door.  He was clad in his grubbiest work clothes and I knew he was up to his neck in fix-its and lawn work and repairs.

But you know what?  In the midst of all that grubby busyness, he had taken the time to go into the kitchen and make lunch.  For me—his miserable, aching, groaning, non-helping wife.

Chicken noodle soup, crackers, a grilled cheese, sparkling orange juice, grapes, and an oatmeal raisin cookie made up the menu.  And even though the picture I snapped didn’t turn out so great, the meal was especially wonderful since it was garnished with tenderness and served with a side dish of love. 

I am blessed.

 

Revisit: Words

Everyone once in a while, I like to revisit some of my writings from the Caringbridge site and today just happens to be a revisiting day. 

WORDS
Originally posted on November 27, 2009

At our Thanksgiving meal yesterday, Steve went around the table and said something that he appreciated about each person who was present. He started with me and among other things, referred to my love for words; he then smoothly transitioned that same thought into what he had to say about Sarah.

He continued around the table to his parents and to Nathan, prayed over the meal and we all started to eat—well we all started to eat, that is, except for Nathan.  He suddenly got up from the table and disappeared into the kitchen.  When he returned, he went over to Steve and handed him a Post-It note that said, "Dad, when you went around the table, you forgot to say anything about Sarah."   (Nathan hadn't understood that Steve had moved on from me to Sarah when he was talking about the love for words we both have.)

Steve quietly explained to Nathan what he had done and Nathan, looking a little sheepish and a lot relieved, sat down and enthusiastically started into his Thanksgiving feast. Neither of them realized that Sarah had overheard their conversation.

When dinner was over, I saw Sarah searching all over the kitchen and the dining room for something.  When I asked her what she was doing, she said she really wanted to find the Post-It note that Nathan had written.  She eventually gave up her search and went and asked Nathan where it was; he told her he had crumpled it up and put it in his pocket. She got quiet for a moment and then looked up at him--her brother and her hero--and said, "Nathan, those words were special to me. I want to save that piece of paper."

And so he handed his little sister the rumpled piece of paper from his pocket filled with written words and unspoken love. As she took it and tucked it away in a place reserved for precious things, my mama heart rejoiced as I saw several things to treasure on that sweet Thanksgiving evening:

• I saw a husband and father speak words that affirmed his family.
• I saw a son write words to make sure his sister hadn't been overlooked.
• I saw the same son use words to point out his dad’s perceived oversight in a respectful, low key manner instead of blurting it out in front of everyone.
• I saw a daughter use words to let her brother know that she treasured the words he had written about her.

I was reminded again of why I love words so much.

Profound.  Affirming.  Powerful.  Simple.   Words.

And to close, a few pictures worth many thousand words.

 

 

Wedding Wednesday: Tired. Happy. Married. In Love.

Hello and welcome to another Wedding Wednesday!   Judging by the comments I get, you all love Wedding Wednesdays as much as I do so let’s get started.

One of the special things about the wedding ceremony was that Nathan and Meagan invited their dads to come forward to do a special reading and prayer.    (I mean, what good is it to have dads who are both ordained ministers if you’re not going to put them to work, right?) 

Here are Frank and Steve, waiting for their part to come.

It was such a sweet, sweet moment.

 
(The two people in the middle are John—Meagan’s brother-in-law—and Amanda, who co-officiated the ceremony.)

Can you tell the bride is a wee bit happy at the official husband and wife pronouncement?  Believe me when I say that her enthusiasm produced a big chuckle from the congregation.

There will be more ceremony pictures coming soon . . . but now?  A few photos from the honeymoon.

The last night on the ship.  Don’t they look like they’ve been married for years and years?  They’re just so right for each other.

I loved the fact that some of the pictures Nathan and Meagan took  on their honeymoon highlighted the wonderful service people who don’t usually get a lot of attention.  It’s wonderful that they both look through eyes that don’t separate people by wealth or reputation or station in life; they just love people in general.  These pictures (with Meagan’s accompanying captions from Facebook) really illustrate that.

“This was our waiter; he was so good at his job.” 

“This was our house keeper. He was so nice and always had a different animal on our bed at night made out of towels.”

“This lady was so sweet and she helped me in choosing a purse so I asked to take a picture with her.”

“So we thought they were kidding when they said we could have a limo ride back to the ship but they weren't. This was a taxi!”

In the next two pictures, they were waiting for a show to start on the ship and decided to entertain themselves by doing “opposite faces.”  (Can you imagine how wonderfully crazygoofy their kids are going to be?) 

A few more to close with . . .

Here they are arriving home.  Tired.  Happy.  Married. In love. 

Let me just mention before I close that Nathan recently got a promotion to shift leader at Chick-Fil-A which means he has been given a whole lot more responsibility including having keys to the safe.  Way to go, Nate!

Going Home Shoes

I wrote yesterday about taking pictures of Steve and Sarah near this pier.

I wasn’t the only one taking photos that day.
Here is a bride on the same sand bar that Steve and Sarah were dancing on a few minutes later.


I’m hoping the wedding was already over so that sitting in a (white) dress in (brown) sand would not ruin anything important!


As we enjoyed walking the pier (and as I enjoyed taking pictures of the picture taker below) we ran across this cheery fellow . . .

. . . who found an equally cheery friend.

I loved looking at the twilight on the water. So simply beautiful.


Jeanette’s Pier has lovely, antique-looking lamp posts all along the walkway as well as windmills?  turbines?  Not sure what they are but they are really, really . . .

. . .  tall.

The pier is a fishermen’s hangout, as you can probably tell by the sun framed within this confluence of poles and lines.

Steve and Sarah perused the informational stuff (we’re all compulsive readers) while I took a few pictures.  (Yes, I admit it.  I’m a compulsive photographer.)

Alternate view of the pier.

View of a lovely lady looking at the pier.

More views of said lovely lady.

And one last look before . . .


. . . putting on my going home shoes.