After getting Mom situated with a good
friend who agreed to hang out with her while we went to the wedding, we headed
out. We did have to make a quick stop at
Target to pick up a gift card to give them, and traffic wasn’t quite as bad as
it was the night before, but we were still among the last to arrive. And the first ones we saw were Nathan and
Phil, the groom. They looked very nice
in tuxedos, but the boutonnieres were, well, very pink. And as we got closer we saw that their vests
and ties were also very pink. I sensed a
disturbing trend. The wedding
coordinator saw me and approached me with a wad of very pink all my very own. She did give me the option to pass. That’s she said it. “Would you like to pass?” Now I have learned that weddings are there
for the bride. No one else, really. If she wants me to wear a huge very pink
flower, I will wear a huge very pink flower.
But I did take the opportunity to act on the question. I took it from her hands and said, “You mean
we can play football with it?” Nathan
understood right away. As I drew back to
make the toss, he held his hands up like an NFL split end to receive the pass. I didn’t really throw it, though. Chris was standing right there. I dutifully allowed the very pink thing to be
clipped to my coat.
As it turned out, pink was just the accent
color. When the bridesmaids came down
the stairs they were dressed in black with very pink ribbons. And the flower girl came down dressed in …
something. It was all black and it
poofed out all over her tiny little body.
I mean really poofed. It looked
like something was inside it with her. Frightening. And across her chest were more of those very
pink flowers. The bride even wrapped a
very pink ribbon around her waist. One
would think that she liked the color. But,
you know, in spite of my inherent aversion to very pink things, it seemed to
work with all the black.
I did manage to pull off somewhat of a
dance move. Well, it didn’t really have
the flair that I had hoped for. As I led
the guys down the aisle toward the front I reached the spot where the
coordinator had instructed everyone but me to pause for a picture. There I did a quick spin move and pointed at
the groom. He was supposed to do
something similar. It looked great in my
head. But remember this is my head. As I got back around to facing front I realized
that I had misjudged the distance. I was
no longer on the path, but instead made a slight detour into the grass. I didn’t fall down, though. Acted like it was all part of my plan. It was a very … pink move.
Psalms 18:30 says, “As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the Lord is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in
him.”
Father, walk with Phil and Valerie. Draw them to yourself. They need you. Amen.
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