I heard from one of my best friends (Schaun) that he is getting married. It is so weird how a year ago I remember hanging out with him and us saying that we were "never going to get married..." Well, so much for that!:) Life is so ironic. I remember growing up with him and over the years spending the night at his house. (especially after some jerk boy had broken my heart.) He was like a male best friend version of Lydia. Always a safety net I could turn too when some plan of mine hadn't gone just right. A shoulder to cry on. I could literally tell him everything. What is so ironic is that the girl he is marrying (Mary) grew up with us also. Her mom died when she was 10 and her family left our church. After they left the church everyone lost contact with them, except for the occasional "coincedental sighting." When Schaun's dad died in December it brought so many of the old members of the Church back together.
My sister had a party in February and Mary and Schaun ended up seeing each other again. They started dating and Bam! I get the phone call that they are getting married. It was almost bitter sweet news. I cried at how much Schaun and I's friendship changed when I met Chris, now that he is getting married things will never be the way that they used to be. Not that I would trade in my tall hairy fuzz ball man for anything:) It is just weird to think that a year ago I was climbing trees at his house and trying to convince him to let me drive his eclipse. (For the record I did get to drive it once:) ) I am so happy for him. I am happy that God worked things out perfectly the way that he did.
Miracles:
--Schaun and I are literally ended up with our significant others months of each other, so that neither of us felt left out.
--That both of us found someone that perfectly matches, supports, and meshes so well with our personalities.
-- That God ignored our ignorant conversations about marriage "sucking" and blessed us with someone to love.
--That two incidents that Satan used for bad God used for good. If I hadn't had a car accident and if my Thyroid hadn't stopped working I would have never left third shift and had the opportunity to get to know the man I married. Who incidentally was the same person who beat me up on the play ground when I was 8 years old.
-- And finally, that two people who are hurting from the early loss of a parent have found each other and now have someone who understands to lean on and too love.
-- Oh yeah, more importantly I finally get to have Sex!