Pictures, Music and Remembering

 I'm moving a little slower these days.  There are thank you notes to address and send out.  There are transitions and applications to consider.  I have a list daily of things that I need to do each day.  There are days that I wake up tired.  Today is one of those days. How could I already be tired?  It's the summer time and I'm a teacher.  It's no use telling my body that I'm busy.  My body knows it's summer.  

I was looking at some of the pictures taken by my brilliant friend, Sarai Canada.  Thank you, Sarai!!!  She will tell you that she is not a photographer.  Her and her niece, Zoe did such an incredibly awesome job an I am so thankful.  

I was looking at the pictures and I was thinking of the music that we picked for the day.  Music is something that we don't agree on.  He tolerates my music and I'm okay with his.  Road trips are interesting.  Janet, my daughter, brings her own.  She spends most of our drives disengaged in the back seat slowly becoming deaf.  Geoff knows about my love for Justin Timberlake.  That was a first week topic that we covered shortly after we met.  Might as well get it out of the way.  So, it was not a stretch for me and my people to walk in to the instrumental version of  "Mirrors."  Honestly, it was perfect.  I didn't use anything traditional for any of my weddings.  

We walked out to, "I Need A Girl, Part 2."  It's funny that I saw an IG Reel that featured the song and it brought me back to my wedding day.  We had trouble with that one.  But our first dance was to Juan Luis Guerra's "Burbujas de Amor."  Can I tell you that first dances can be hard?  But I laughed.  He made me laugh so hard as we danced, unpracticed on the makeshift dance floor.  Pictures were taken.  There is proof of my bliss.  

As I think back on how our relationship started and the wedding, I can't believe the year that I have had!  So many wonderful changes, same hot mess coming at you thankful for the grace of God.  I remember this one song that came out when I was in my grief called, "Counting Every Blessing" by Rend Collective.  Each verse ended with "I am blessed beyond all measure."  In my darkest hour, I sang to God.  When there was so much pain and doubt... everywhere for miles.  I tried so hard to look up to where my God had His eyes on me and somehow, some way, I recall saying, even then, that I was blessed beyond all measure.  Guys, God is so good. He is so good to me. Won't you let Him be good to you?  You don't need to hold on to everything.  You can trust that God will help you.  I know.  He not only helped me, He changed my life and He isn't done.  No, it's not all perfect.  But, wow!!!  God is good.  Praise the Lord!!!!