It was almost eleven and I really really missed my grandma. I longed for her so much and at the same time I thought about how much I love my mama and papa. So many things had I to say about this process that I-- we had started rolling down the hill...
The hardest thing today about getting married at this age is that I have only just gotten to know my family in such an intimate and loving and honest way- we had found our albeit lopsided stride and knew how to grow around one another even at the most painful of times-- and now I am to learn to put them second as I begin my own.
Jesus show me how.
