No sleep, just the beginning

It is official. In fifteen days, my baby sister will be a wife. It is so hard to believe that almost a year's worth of planning is down to such a small amount of time. What is the hardest to believe is how my prayer came true, whether I really meant it or not! When I was little, the darkness frightened me more that anything. Every night the begging would begin and the plea was always the same.....please give me a brother or sister so I won't be scared of the dark! In 1984, amidst basking in the glory of only child syndrome, she arrived, ready or not. (At least a new "Crystal" barbie sealed the deal!) Not only did she arrive, I named her. Morgan Fairchild was so beautiful and what eight year old child didn't follow the Falcon Crest drama?

Many dresses and coordinating shoes later, she decided to put on her big girl panties and leave the red clay hills behind. We had a bet going on how long it would be before Daddy would have to bring the "baby" of the family home and allow us to lick her wounds. Not only did Morgi stay, but after a few trials and tribulations, she found love in a Jersey boy. Did I remind be careful of your prayers. It's all my fault. Well, technically Trent Daddy has always referred to those above the Mason-Dixon as Yankees and God is punishing him, but I'll take the majority of the blame for now. "If only she could find someone to take care of her, and not be alone so far away from home." Yes, I prayed it and God just happened to send Mr. Wonderful, aka Andrew in on a white horse complete with good taste and an excellent eye for bling.

As the day closes in, and the type "A" personality goes into overdrive, the wedding day festivities will be bittersweet and beautiful. If you attend the wedding, please do not look at me walking down the aisle. My mind won't be there as I travel by the church pews. It will be traveling down memory lane holding that brown-eyed spitfire baby that I prayed for.

Love in Christ, Keep focusing on Him

Tracye