Dad and Elianna are in Hoyleton tonight for a wedding. The wedding is tomorrow, but the rehearsal dinner is happening tonight. I wasn’t really sure how I’d be feeling by now and didn’t want to commit to going along. This was before all of the work stuff happened, which went okay again today but I’m tired. I came home and made ham and potato soup for supper and enjoyed eating with the boys around the table.

It would be interesting to go back and count not only how many weddings he’s done, but also how many of those marriages are no longer together. At one point I could remember more of them and it wouldn’t surprise me if it was even more than half. So many are divorced and remarried now. Our church there was not your typical small-town congregation. He stayed very busy doing weddings and funerals there.

I’m grateful our marriage has lasted this long. Twenty years may not seem like much to some but to me it very much feels like we “made it”, that is, we’ve crossed over into another place, where familiarity breeds not contempt but more love and peace and rest and security. At fifteen years Andrew Peterson wrote a song called Dancing in the Minefields. I like it, though I feel like many other songs could be still be written.