this morning i packed up my car with decorations and little games and took myself to menomonie where the most beautiful women and i gathered to celebrate our dearest holland, the loveliest soon-to-be bride there ever was. she's so easy to love! all week as i was preparing for today i just kept thinking how much of an honor it is to lavish someone i care so deeply about.. someone like holland, who is humble and kind and selfless and deserves a million of these parties.
okay so not to toot my own horn, but i was really proud of myself for figuring out how to make a balloon garland. isn't it satisfying to make something you think is beautiful with your own two hands?? alyssa (my roomie) and i are having some people over for games tomorrow and i may or may not have considered making a balloon garland for us because i'm obsessed and think they're so pretty! but i refrained, because it's not really a balloon-garland occasion haha.
i love these two dearly.
mary led part of the devotional and it was brief but incredibly wise, and honestly just really beautiful. she quoted, "what if the point of marriage isn't to make us happy but to make us holy?" and talked about how marriage is its own opportunity for us to become more like Jesus.
becca also shared (side note: doesn't she look so beautiful in this picture??) about how marriage is a unique privilege to be able to love your husband as God's son and like no one else can or has. i'm really glad they both shared what they did. because isn't that the point of all of this living.. the growing more like our sweet Jesus?
i learn about God a lot through people. especially people like these two.
name something lovelier than becca watering her many little green buddies on window sills on a rainy fall day. i'll wait.
and there it is! definitely not as many pictures with holl as i would've liked (sometimes i just forget! becca got a couple of the two of us though, phew!) but a most beautiful day nonetheless. we love the bride so much! but honestly, who doesn't?!
"aslan, aslan. dear aslan,” sobbed lucy. “at last.”
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