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Wedding bells ring...and so do the cash registers....

Over the 4th of July holiday, I was chatting with a young friend about her upcoming wedding. Since it's only a few weeks away, she is understandably awash in taking care of details. Despite planning a fairly simple wedding, there is a lot to take care of.

According to any number of "wedding" authorities, you *can* spend $28,000 on the "average" wedding. YOU can. I sure wouldn't.

I'm glad I'm not a young bride today. With the advent of bridal reality shows, glitzy and slick magazines and Martha Stewart (yes, I'm blaming her), weddings are now meant to be entertainment affairs that bedazzle and out-do. Guests are to be wowed by the tiniest of details. Posh arrangements are a must, and the bride (after she has been sufficiently "boot-camped" into shape) must make her way down the aisle in the most perfect of gowns, which she has scoured the earth for.

Huh. I thought it was about getting married. You know, that lifelong commitment to your spouse.

In fact, I told my young friend just that. "Enjoy the wedding plans, but remember, it's about the marriage and not the wedding. We're not going to be joining you on that day to make sure that the bridesmaids' shoes match or what flowers you've chosen as part of your 'theme'. We'll be joining you to act as witnesses before God as you pledge your lives to each other."

Weddings already HAVE a theme: it's called love. You can read about it in 1Corinthians 13. It makes for the best weddings, and even better marriages.

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I saw you
today
as you guided
your little man across that busy street.

You were wearing some
big man boots
and
watching cars and lights.

Your little man had on
black sneakers and
a Mickey Mouse hat
that bounced
as he walked.

He wasn't watching nothing but
your big man boots
and
the white stripes of the crosswalk.

Just before
he got to the sidewalk again,
his step bounced a bit
- he hopped over
a spot where the asphalt broke.

You turned to look,
holding out a hand to
your little man.
Not rushed or angry,
just making sure
he got up
on that sidewalk.

Then you walked on,
in your big man boots,
face into a cold Michigan wind,
with the little man behind,
his hat bouncing.