Two weeks from today, son #4 is getting married.
That's right, this guy--this cute little munchkin--is getting married. He is going to be a husband. How, I ask you, is that possible?
Of course, he's not a two-year-old anymore. He's a lot bigger, and a lot more grown-up, than he was when that photo was taken. He's very serious and mature these days. As you can plainly see by perusing these more recent pictures.
|(Christmas 2012, in the arms of son #2.)|
|(As the best man, in the arms of his brother, the groom--at son #3's wedding this past December.)|
|(From the engagement photo shoot, in the arms of the bride-to-be.)|
I blinked, y'all. And this is what happened. (Yes, I just said "y'all." My husband and I spent the first few years of our marriage in Texas, where he was in Navy flight school, and I actually found myself using that term for real after a while. Now that we've been back in our old stomping grounds up north for a couple of decades, of course, all y'all are back to being "you guys.")
So the countdown begins. And I think I'm ready--although I'm afraid to try on my dress, because I believe it might have gotten a tad snug since I first tried it on. I put on a few el bee's over the Christmas holidays and they seem to like their new home so much that they've decided to stick around for a while. I keep planning to go on a big fast to lose them in time...and then I say, "I'll start that fast tomorrow!"
It's a pretty dress, though. Let me show you.
Okay, then, the only thing left to say today is please keep my son and his bride-to-be in your prayers as they prepare for the beautiful Sacrament of Holy Matrimony.