The First of September

Exactly 30 days until the nuptials. The days will continue on as they have been--sunrise to noon high sun to sunset to night to sunrise--folding into the past until the end of time. The first of October will live and die the same as the rest. Everything stays so much the same and yet, everything changes. I've been thinking of that step into marriage. One second single, the next espoused. This mesh of life. I am equal parts terrified and excited. Will I be a good wife? But I am going to be with my best friend, my favorite person. Lord, I trust you.

God tells me He'll be with me until the days have stopped folding into the past, until there is only present, and then I'll be with Him. Marriage doesn't seem so scary when I wrap myself in that promise.

Enough, enough with the seriousness, she cried. The wedding planning is coming along nicely. I think of the things to be done and my heart does not fail within me. In plain English, I am not overwhelmed. I have the time in the morning to turn my face into the sun strands; time to drink peach tea with the basil syrup my friend gave to me; time to laugh with my sister over a baking fail; time to embrace the birth of fall. But oh, Ohio is calling and I am going.

I hope this September will be good to all of you. Nostalgic and golden and smiling. Hugs.