Horrible news from the church front. Apparently when we booked the church, we neglected to ask if our pastor was available. I was under the impression it was a “package deal” - which is silly, come to think of it.

After much panicking, I realized that really the only person I wanted to officiate at the wedding was my friend and former pastor, Bryant McGee.

It took a little finagling (and begging and whining - ha), but he agreed to come up from Texas to do the ceremony. I am so incredibly spoiled.

(It’s almost as if God has the sun shining down on this wedding. Very little has gone “wrong.” It’s making me more than a little nervous.)