Monumental Moments

"This, the first of his miraculous signs, Jesus performed in Cana of Galilee. He thus revealed his glory, and his disciples put their faith in him." John 2:11

You know what was so great about the Wedding of Cana? Jesus was there.

Okay. If I came off as a jaded non-romantic, it was just the cheap Korbel buzz talking. A Residual Effect from hanging with the blushing bride and her thirsty entourage since noontime.

Weddings happen to be choice blessings to me.  

Something about the groom's face when he first lays his eyes on his soon to be wife brings tears to mine. And makes the potential of the day swell with optimism for their future. The novelty of singing Neil Diamond at the top of your lungs as the proud mother of the bride sways to the downbeat in the eye of the circling and singing hurricane. Vowing to not let the burdens that life brings change your heart or your mind. And asking the Lord to be in the center of it all....

None of this is small potatoes. They are small little miracles. And day's in the life of...

Hazy morning, tailgate shuffle, sweltering with a no Bo Sox sweep, pool dunk, Blue Moon, Full Belly, Fan. Hell of a day.

Sunday night blues set in. 

I'm officially out of the Big Apple, missing it and trying to find meaning to the madness (briefly) in the Peach State....Nurturing my nuptials and devising our departure.

Thank God, I have my faith in Him.

Hands, touching hands, reaching out

Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would. The Jewish Elvis

Remember how good the first time felt?