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Now An Official Air Force Wife Part 2
The Wedding Day
Friday 4 June 2010
The morning started well. I woke up early enough to get ready for the ceremony rehearsal that was at ten am.
The rehearsal went surprisingly well. What I was most nervous about was my parents. They have been divorced for about 15 years, I want to say. They haven't spoken to each other in years. I had no idea how they would conduct themselves. They did well, and I was happy. The rehearsal went smooth and fast.
The Riverside Inn was more beautiful then I remember. Of course, the last time I saw the Inn it was in the middle of winter. I have gone to the Riverside Inn when I was twelve. The hotel took you back in time. It was Victorian style with antique furniture in the lobby and in the rooms. The gardens were breathtaking. I don't even have the words to describe it. I felt like I was in Pride and Prejudice! One thing I remember about my visit when I was twelve was the tree swing next to the creek. The swing was still there. :-) I was hoping to get some pictures on it after the wedding, but it rained. :-(
After the rehearsal, my mom, my bridesmaids, and I went to get our hair and make-up done. When I was in high school, I didn't go tanning or go all out for prom or the other dances. Sometimes my mom would do my hair. I never liked any of the updos I got from the salons. For the wedding, I looked at a lot of pictures before I found the one that was perfect for me. This time, I promised myself, it was going to be different and I will feel like the prettiest bride possible. I had gone tanning a month before the wedding, and I looked at a lot of pictures before I found the one that was perfect for me. I was determined to look my best on my wedding day. And...I DID! The hair was perfect and the make-up was natural looking and not too heavy. My hair was in a sideways ponytail with lots of curls, and I had a silver flower headpiece on the side. I never did look good with high and tight updos. When my mom saw my hair after it was done, she started crying. I had to yell at her to stop, otherwise, I would have started crying as well.
After getting all beautified, we went back to my house to grab all the dresses and accessories before heading off to the Riverside Inn. When my mom, bridesmaid, and I got into our changing room, the excitement started to kick in. I helped my mom and the girls get ready, trying to pass the time. We arrived at the Inn an hour before the ceremony was suppose to start. I tried to keep busy so I wouldn't think much. Once I started thinking, all the emotions would kick in. I watched from the window as people were getting seated for the ceremony. Then, I spied Randy in his blue mess dress. He looked so handsome. At that point, the whole experience seemed surreal. My mom and my bridesmaids helped me with my dress and veil.
Then, the moment came...
Up to this point, I have been very good at keeping my emotions in check. My mother on the other hand seemed to start crying at the littlest things during the whole week. I would yell at her so I wouldn't start crying myself.
When I met my dad on the porch before we started walking down to the ceremony, I lost it. I cried from that point all the way down the aisle. After the bridesmaids made their way down the aisle, now it was my dad and my turn.
We stood at the end of the aisle for about 30 seconds. I took it all in. I was not used to everyone looking at me, and it made me slightly uncomfortable. Really, I was really embarrassed because I was bailing my eyes out. I cried even harder when I saw Randy. He was wiping his eyes from crying as well. That made me feel a little better. I wasn't the only cry baby! As I walked down the aisle, I tried to calm down and smile because I knew the photographer was taking pictures.
Once I was at the end of the aisle, I was calmed down mostly. During the ceremony, I tried so hard to pay attention to the pastor and try to remember what he said, but honestly, it was mostly a blur. I remember Randy was holding my hand so tight that his ring was digging into my hand. Even Randy's vows were kind of a blur. The whole time I was so surprised that he wrote them down. He kept on saying that he was going to do his vows on the spot. He worked on them that day and the day before. I remember I was so impressed by what he said, but I really couldn't tell you what he said. It was times like those that I wish we got a videographer. When it came time for me to say my vows, I had a hard time starting them because I started crying again, this time uncontrollably and I couldn't stop. I think it took me a minute or two to calm down to say what I planned without breaking down in the middle of it.
During the ceremony, we did a sand ceremony instead of the unity candle. Randy had the dark blue sand and I had the light blue sand. One thing I did remember the pastor saying was that when we joined the two colored sand together, the two kinds of sand could no longer be completely separated from each other just like how our lives are now joined forever. No matter what happens we are always have a little bit of each other with us. I'm not quite sure why that part stood out. Thinking now, it reassured me that no matter if we were together or thousands of miles away, we have a piece of each other with us. That gives me some peace for when we are separated by many miles...like now.
The pastor had to cut the ceremony a little short because it started to rain. We felt a few drops during the ceremony. Thank goodness the pastor did that, because once everyone was on the porch, it started to pour!
Finally, it was time for Randy to kiss his bride, and he dipped me as he kissed me. It was so romantic! I couldn't ask for anything better.
I've been smiling the whole time I've been trying to recall what had happened.
Looking back, I still can't believe that whole day happened. I'm back in the city with no husband beside me and Randy is back in Germany. Sometimes, the whole thing feels like a dream.
I'm stopping here for now. The next entry will cover the reception, which seems more of a blur than the ceremony. Hopefully, I'll remember.
Friday 4 June 2010
The morning started well. I woke up early enough to get ready for the ceremony rehearsal that was at ten am.
The rehearsal went surprisingly well. What I was most nervous about was my parents. They have been divorced for about 15 years, I want to say. They haven't spoken to each other in years. I had no idea how they would conduct themselves. They did well, and I was happy. The rehearsal went smooth and fast.
The Riverside Inn was more beautiful then I remember. Of course, the last time I saw the Inn it was in the middle of winter. I have gone to the Riverside Inn when I was twelve. The hotel took you back in time. It was Victorian style with antique furniture in the lobby and in the rooms. The gardens were breathtaking. I don't even have the words to describe it. I felt like I was in Pride and Prejudice! One thing I remember about my visit when I was twelve was the tree swing next to the creek. The swing was still there. :-) I was hoping to get some pictures on it after the wedding, but it rained. :-(
After the rehearsal, my mom, my bridesmaids, and I went to get our hair and make-up done. When I was in high school, I didn't go tanning or go all out for prom or the other dances. Sometimes my mom would do my hair. I never liked any of the updos I got from the salons. For the wedding, I looked at a lot of pictures before I found the one that was perfect for me. This time, I promised myself, it was going to be different and I will feel like the prettiest bride possible. I had gone tanning a month before the wedding, and I looked at a lot of pictures before I found the one that was perfect for me. I was determined to look my best on my wedding day. And...I DID! The hair was perfect and the make-up was natural looking and not too heavy. My hair was in a sideways ponytail with lots of curls, and I had a silver flower headpiece on the side. I never did look good with high and tight updos. When my mom saw my hair after it was done, she started crying. I had to yell at her to stop, otherwise, I would have started crying as well.
After getting all beautified, we went back to my house to grab all the dresses and accessories before heading off to the Riverside Inn. When my mom, bridesmaid, and I got into our changing room, the excitement started to kick in. I helped my mom and the girls get ready, trying to pass the time. We arrived at the Inn an hour before the ceremony was suppose to start. I tried to keep busy so I wouldn't think much. Once I started thinking, all the emotions would kick in. I watched from the window as people were getting seated for the ceremony. Then, I spied Randy in his blue mess dress. He looked so handsome. At that point, the whole experience seemed surreal. My mom and my bridesmaids helped me with my dress and veil.
Then, the moment came...
Up to this point, I have been very good at keeping my emotions in check. My mother on the other hand seemed to start crying at the littlest things during the whole week. I would yell at her so I wouldn't start crying myself.
When I met my dad on the porch before we started walking down to the ceremony, I lost it. I cried from that point all the way down the aisle. After the bridesmaids made their way down the aisle, now it was my dad and my turn.
We stood at the end of the aisle for about 30 seconds. I took it all in. I was not used to everyone looking at me, and it made me slightly uncomfortable. Really, I was really embarrassed because I was bailing my eyes out. I cried even harder when I saw Randy. He was wiping his eyes from crying as well. That made me feel a little better. I wasn't the only cry baby! As I walked down the aisle, I tried to calm down and smile because I knew the photographer was taking pictures.
Once I was at the end of the aisle, I was calmed down mostly. During the ceremony, I tried so hard to pay attention to the pastor and try to remember what he said, but honestly, it was mostly a blur. I remember Randy was holding my hand so tight that his ring was digging into my hand. Even Randy's vows were kind of a blur. The whole time I was so surprised that he wrote them down. He kept on saying that he was going to do his vows on the spot. He worked on them that day and the day before. I remember I was so impressed by what he said, but I really couldn't tell you what he said. It was times like those that I wish we got a videographer. When it came time for me to say my vows, I had a hard time starting them because I started crying again, this time uncontrollably and I couldn't stop. I think it took me a minute or two to calm down to say what I planned without breaking down in the middle of it.
During the ceremony, we did a sand ceremony instead of the unity candle. Randy had the dark blue sand and I had the light blue sand. One thing I did remember the pastor saying was that when we joined the two colored sand together, the two kinds of sand could no longer be completely separated from each other just like how our lives are now joined forever. No matter what happens we are always have a little bit of each other with us. I'm not quite sure why that part stood out. Thinking now, it reassured me that no matter if we were together or thousands of miles away, we have a piece of each other with us. That gives me some peace for when we are separated by many miles...like now.
The pastor had to cut the ceremony a little short because it started to rain. We felt a few drops during the ceremony. Thank goodness the pastor did that, because once everyone was on the porch, it started to pour!
Finally, it was time for Randy to kiss his bride, and he dipped me as he kissed me. It was so romantic! I couldn't ask for anything better.
I've been smiling the whole time I've been trying to recall what had happened.
Looking back, I still can't believe that whole day happened. I'm back in the city with no husband beside me and Randy is back in Germany. Sometimes, the whole thing feels like a dream.
I'm stopping here for now. The next entry will cover the reception, which seems more of a blur than the ceremony. Hopefully, I'll remember.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Now An Official Air Force Wife
There are two main reasons I don't keep up with this blog as I would like to: 1. I'm just always busying 2. There doesn't seem to be anything interesting going on in my life.
Well, something very important happened in my life a little over a month ago! Randy and I finally got married! When you planning to get married, you put all this time and effort into this one day. Then that day goes by so far that you are lucky if you can grasp it.
It might take a few blog entries to tell the whole story. I would like to go into as much detail as I can remember so I can document it well.
So here is the first of the installments:
Randy came home Sunday 30 May for the wedding. That was a very long day! His flight came in at 6pm (1800). The day seemed to drag on forever. It didn't help that we waited at the airport for four hours. His connecting flight was delayed by two hours. I got all dressed up in a summer dress. I always dress up when Randy flies. However, if I am the one flying, I greet Randy with sweatpants and a T-shirt. When it was around the time for Randy's flight to be coming in, I waited at the bottom of the escalators. Randy walked right past me! There were so many people getting off the two escalators I must have missed him some how. I don't know how I did though because he is so tall. Well, he must not have noticed me from far away so he didn't head toward my direction. He found his grandparents before he found me. When I finally found him, he was with his grandparents. They were pointing in my direction, telling him to go get your girl! Once I saw him I ran up to him, and he wrapped me in his arms. I was so happy, I started crying.
It is so hard to describe what it felt like to be in his arms again. We hadn't seen each other for seven months. Honestly, with that long of a separation, I forgot what it felt like to touch him. When I was in his arms, it was like he never left.
We went home and the crazy running around began. I was mostly with my mom the few days before the wedding, getting the dress, and getting the final things ready. I barely saw Randy those three days. He was busy spending time with his family and he had his own running around to do. We did have to get the marriage license together and did some errands together which was nice.
Thursday 3 June 2010
The day before the wedding, Randy and I, the wedding party, and some of his family, went to Creekside for dinner. Creekside is Randy's favorite place to have wings.
While he was home, he had to go to several of his favorite places and restaurants. Back to the story! We had a great time. It reminded me of the times we spent together before I went to college and he went into the Air Force.
After dinner, Randy went to have a few drinks with his parents, and I went to hang out with my maid of honor,Ashley and bridesmaid, Sarah. Ashley got me an ice cream cake the said "Happy Last Night of Freedom"! I loved it! We hung out and saw Sex and the City 2. I'm an old lady when it comes to staying out late. Since I knew the next day was gonna be crazy. We went to sleep kinda early, around midnight. We didn't have this big bash.
I surprisingly slept well. I went to sleep rather quickly. I though I would toss and turn waiting for the sun to come up to start the best day of my life. I woke up rested and ready to tackle the day...
Well, something very important happened in my life a little over a month ago! Randy and I finally got married! When you planning to get married, you put all this time and effort into this one day. Then that day goes by so far that you are lucky if you can grasp it.
It might take a few blog entries to tell the whole story. I would like to go into as much detail as I can remember so I can document it well.
So here is the first of the installments:
Randy came home Sunday 30 May for the wedding. That was a very long day! His flight came in at 6pm (1800). The day seemed to drag on forever. It didn't help that we waited at the airport for four hours. His connecting flight was delayed by two hours. I got all dressed up in a summer dress. I always dress up when Randy flies. However, if I am the one flying, I greet Randy with sweatpants and a T-shirt. When it was around the time for Randy's flight to be coming in, I waited at the bottom of the escalators. Randy walked right past me! There were so many people getting off the two escalators I must have missed him some how. I don't know how I did though because he is so tall. Well, he must not have noticed me from far away so he didn't head toward my direction. He found his grandparents before he found me. When I finally found him, he was with his grandparents. They were pointing in my direction, telling him to go get your girl! Once I saw him I ran up to him, and he wrapped me in his arms. I was so happy, I started crying.
It is so hard to describe what it felt like to be in his arms again. We hadn't seen each other for seven months. Honestly, with that long of a separation, I forgot what it felt like to touch him. When I was in his arms, it was like he never left.
We went home and the crazy running around began. I was mostly with my mom the few days before the wedding, getting the dress, and getting the final things ready. I barely saw Randy those three days. He was busy spending time with his family and he had his own running around to do. We did have to get the marriage license together and did some errands together which was nice.
Thursday 3 June 2010
The day before the wedding, Randy and I, the wedding party, and some of his family, went to Creekside for dinner. Creekside is Randy's favorite place to have wings.
While he was home, he had to go to several of his favorite places and restaurants. Back to the story! We had a great time. It reminded me of the times we spent together before I went to college and he went into the Air Force.
After dinner, Randy went to have a few drinks with his parents, and I went to hang out with my maid of honor,Ashley and bridesmaid, Sarah. Ashley got me an ice cream cake the said "Happy Last Night of Freedom"! I loved it! We hung out and saw Sex and the City 2. I'm an old lady when it comes to staying out late. Since I knew the next day was gonna be crazy. We went to sleep kinda early, around midnight. We didn't have this big bash.
I surprisingly slept well. I went to sleep rather quickly. I though I would toss and turn waiting for the sun to come up to start the best day of my life. I woke up rested and ready to tackle the day...
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday 20 May 2010
Finally, I have some time to write! I’m at the laundry mat right now catching up on two weeks worth of clothes. I have been waiting all week to sit down at a computer to write. When I first started this blog, I didn’t know how I felt about writing. However, I’ve learned to love it. It is nice to sit down and just get my thoughts in order. Sometimes during the day, I think about what I am going to write about, yet by the time, I finally get to my computer, I completely forget about what I was going to write.
However, I think I remember most about what I wanted to say.
I’ve had a crazy week. On Monday, the day consisted of working, gym, tanning, grabbing dinner, and then the last Truth Project class of the year. The Truth Project is a 12-week class that consists of a 50-minute video and discussion. The Truth Project class was created by Focus on the Family to really dig into the issues of Christian beliefs while comparing it to the worldview. The class really opened my eyes to the lies the world have been telling me. After this class, I really have a deeper understanding of my faith. The class recommended a lot of readings that I hope to read through during the course of my life. Originally, I wanted to read a lot of them over the summer. So far, I’m not getting as much reading done, as I would like to.
Tuesday was another long, but wonderful day. I worked a half day at work. At noon, my mom picked me up, coming all the way from Erie, to take me back up to Erie for my final dress fitting. I always enjoy the car rides with my mom. The last few times she has picked me up from Pittsburgh, we’ve had great talks just catching up on life and talking about stuff we normally wouldn’t during our half hour phone calls once a week. We talk about everything and anything! This time we got to the bridal store on time. Last time my mom picked me up for my fitting we were 15 minutes late! I’m glad we did have the second fitting because there was some stuff that the tailors messed up. If I didn’t try on the dress, the mistake would not have been caught. We also caught a mistake that I made. While looking at wedding dresses, I discovered the horrible price for veils. Therefore, I decided to make mine. I had my veil finished months ago. I brought it with me for the dress fitting, and I found out that I sowed the veil onto the comb wrong. In addition, we discovered that since my hair is so thin that a comb would not stay in my hair. After the fitting, my mom and I went to Wal-Mart to get a clip for my veil. A couple days before the wedding I will glue the veil onto the clip.
That same evening was my brother’s, Eric, Honor Convocation, in which the high school honors the high-achieving students and announces scholarship winners. Eric was honored for being on the honor roll all four years of high school. As soon as I sat down in the auditorium, I felt like I was in high school again. I was taken back to the night of my senior year honors convocation. I remembered the feelings that I had during the event. My whole goal during my high school career was to kick butt in academics so I could get scholarships to get my college education paid for. That night was a nightmare.
Before the event, I had applied for numerous scholarships, and I thought I had every single one in the bag. How could they not give me this scholarship? My parents were making next to nothing, I was graduating third in my class and going to the University of Pittsburgh to major in neuroscience to eventually do research and save the world! That night, my anger grew as I checked off yet another scholarship that someone else got that I applied for as well. Why didn't I get these scholarships? It seemed like the same people were getting them, and the people who were receiving them were not in financial need at all. My mom is lucky is can pay all her bills right now, let alone help pay for my continuing education.
Before they announced the scholarship winners, the principal whispered in my ear “Get use to this,” when I went up to receive the principal’s award. What the heck did he mean by that? My name was not being announced at all. Finally, after about 20 scholarships, the receivers of the Mildred-Cross scholarship were announced. About forty people received the scholarship and I was one of them. I was so pissed when I stood up when my name was called. One scholarship! One damn lousy scholarship when I applied for so many others. After the scholarships were announced, they gave out awards for Outstanding Scholar and Outstanding Senior. To sum it up, I walked away with seven awards that night. It even might have been more than the valedictorian might or salutatorian received. I left with a big smile on my face. Finally, I felt that my hard work during high school paid off and noticed. However, wood plagues don’t pay the bills.
Oh, how life turns out. If you told that 17-year old girl sitting in that auditorium what she would become three years from then, she would have thought you have joined the nut house! On the outside, there are some slight changes. After several hair color changes, I am went back to the blonde and black underneath that I had in high school. After trying every other hair color, I think I look better blonde, and Randy likes it better, also. I was a pale little stick then. Now, I’m a tan stick with some muscle. During the last three years, I’ve got addicted to the gym. I enjoy running and weight lifting. I’ve stayed about the same weight but just added muscle. Now, if only I could get away from sweets, I would look even better. It is nice to have my awards still on display in my room. I realized while at Eric’s Honor Convocation that the scholarship that I received made a significant contribution, whereas the other scholarships that I applied were of smaller value. In the end, the Lord still took care of me even when I didn’t believe He was there. That is another thing.
I might have only had slight changes on the outside, but the inside has gradually been transformed over the last three years. I am more confident then I ever was during high school. I had no clue what I really wanted to do with my life. Now, I know that I want to make a difference and help others in the spirit of Christ. In addition, my faith is restored. During my senior year of high school, I didn’t believe that God was out there. Therefore, I was slightly depressed. What was the purpose of living if there wasn’t anything beyond this life because in the end, everything was meaningless. I hated that answer. I tried to convince myself that He was out there, but he felt a universe away. Today, he is getting closer and closer. There has not always been positive progress. Some days it is two steps forward and three steps back. However, I am trying my best, and that is what counts. That 17-year old girl had to have a plan for everything. She had the next five years planned. Now, my plans are thrown out the window, and I am trusting in the Lord to guide me one day at a time. I know what is truly important in life now…faith and family because those are the two that will never leave you. In addition, the 17 year old would not have thought she would have fell in love so quickly and would be getting married in 15 days. Right now, I cannot believe it too. It is finally happening! I’m going to be stuck with my best friend for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
It’s amazing what a couple of years will do. I hope the only way I keep going is up.
However, I think I remember most about what I wanted to say.
I’ve had a crazy week. On Monday, the day consisted of working, gym, tanning, grabbing dinner, and then the last Truth Project class of the year. The Truth Project is a 12-week class that consists of a 50-minute video and discussion. The Truth Project class was created by Focus on the Family to really dig into the issues of Christian beliefs while comparing it to the worldview. The class really opened my eyes to the lies the world have been telling me. After this class, I really have a deeper understanding of my faith. The class recommended a lot of readings that I hope to read through during the course of my life. Originally, I wanted to read a lot of them over the summer. So far, I’m not getting as much reading done, as I would like to.
Tuesday was another long, but wonderful day. I worked a half day at work. At noon, my mom picked me up, coming all the way from Erie, to take me back up to Erie for my final dress fitting. I always enjoy the car rides with my mom. The last few times she has picked me up from Pittsburgh, we’ve had great talks just catching up on life and talking about stuff we normally wouldn’t during our half hour phone calls once a week. We talk about everything and anything! This time we got to the bridal store on time. Last time my mom picked me up for my fitting we were 15 minutes late! I’m glad we did have the second fitting because there was some stuff that the tailors messed up. If I didn’t try on the dress, the mistake would not have been caught. We also caught a mistake that I made. While looking at wedding dresses, I discovered the horrible price for veils. Therefore, I decided to make mine. I had my veil finished months ago. I brought it with me for the dress fitting, and I found out that I sowed the veil onto the comb wrong. In addition, we discovered that since my hair is so thin that a comb would not stay in my hair. After the fitting, my mom and I went to Wal-Mart to get a clip for my veil. A couple days before the wedding I will glue the veil onto the clip.
That same evening was my brother’s, Eric, Honor Convocation, in which the high school honors the high-achieving students and announces scholarship winners. Eric was honored for being on the honor roll all four years of high school. As soon as I sat down in the auditorium, I felt like I was in high school again. I was taken back to the night of my senior year honors convocation. I remembered the feelings that I had during the event. My whole goal during my high school career was to kick butt in academics so I could get scholarships to get my college education paid for. That night was a nightmare.
Before the event, I had applied for numerous scholarships, and I thought I had every single one in the bag. How could they not give me this scholarship? My parents were making next to nothing, I was graduating third in my class and going to the University of Pittsburgh to major in neuroscience to eventually do research and save the world! That night, my anger grew as I checked off yet another scholarship that someone else got that I applied for as well. Why didn't I get these scholarships? It seemed like the same people were getting them, and the people who were receiving them were not in financial need at all. My mom is lucky is can pay all her bills right now, let alone help pay for my continuing education.
Before they announced the scholarship winners, the principal whispered in my ear “Get use to this,” when I went up to receive the principal’s award. What the heck did he mean by that? My name was not being announced at all. Finally, after about 20 scholarships, the receivers of the Mildred-Cross scholarship were announced. About forty people received the scholarship and I was one of them. I was so pissed when I stood up when my name was called. One scholarship! One damn lousy scholarship when I applied for so many others. After the scholarships were announced, they gave out awards for Outstanding Scholar and Outstanding Senior. To sum it up, I walked away with seven awards that night. It even might have been more than the valedictorian might or salutatorian received. I left with a big smile on my face. Finally, I felt that my hard work during high school paid off and noticed. However, wood plagues don’t pay the bills.
Oh, how life turns out. If you told that 17-year old girl sitting in that auditorium what she would become three years from then, she would have thought you have joined the nut house! On the outside, there are some slight changes. After several hair color changes, I am went back to the blonde and black underneath that I had in high school. After trying every other hair color, I think I look better blonde, and Randy likes it better, also. I was a pale little stick then. Now, I’m a tan stick with some muscle. During the last three years, I’ve got addicted to the gym. I enjoy running and weight lifting. I’ve stayed about the same weight but just added muscle. Now, if only I could get away from sweets, I would look even better. It is nice to have my awards still on display in my room. I realized while at Eric’s Honor Convocation that the scholarship that I received made a significant contribution, whereas the other scholarships that I applied were of smaller value. In the end, the Lord still took care of me even when I didn’t believe He was there. That is another thing.
I might have only had slight changes on the outside, but the inside has gradually been transformed over the last three years. I am more confident then I ever was during high school. I had no clue what I really wanted to do with my life. Now, I know that I want to make a difference and help others in the spirit of Christ. In addition, my faith is restored. During my senior year of high school, I didn’t believe that God was out there. Therefore, I was slightly depressed. What was the purpose of living if there wasn’t anything beyond this life because in the end, everything was meaningless. I hated that answer. I tried to convince myself that He was out there, but he felt a universe away. Today, he is getting closer and closer. There has not always been positive progress. Some days it is two steps forward and three steps back. However, I am trying my best, and that is what counts. That 17-year old girl had to have a plan for everything. She had the next five years planned. Now, my plans are thrown out the window, and I am trusting in the Lord to guide me one day at a time. I know what is truly important in life now…faith and family because those are the two that will never leave you. In addition, the 17 year old would not have thought she would have fell in love so quickly and would be getting married in 15 days. Right now, I cannot believe it too. It is finally happening! I’m going to be stuck with my best friend for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
It’s amazing what a couple of years will do. I hope the only way I keep going is up.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Counting Down the Days
In 14 days, Randy will be back in the states, and in 19 days I will be officially an Air Force wife.
I'm getting the last minute things together for the wedding such as the favors, seating chart, place cards, dress fitting, ceremony stuff, and final guest count underway.
I still love living in my apartment. I abosolutely love walking everywhere in Pittsburgh during the summer. I love soaking up the sun and feeling the breeze; it is so refreshing. I'm going to go crazy when I'm back in my hometown and I have to drive everywhere! Sometimes, my mom's driving makes me car sick. She drives like a crazy lady sometimes.
In the last couple blog entries I have posted, I have been so relaxed and calm about what the future will hold in the next couple of months. However, the anxiety has creeped up again. I've noticed that I have not put my worries at Christ's feet, but have been carrying the burdens around over the last week or so. I noticed this when I stopped memorizing my weekly Bible verse. When the anxious thoughts went away, I had to fill them with something else, such as my Bible verse to calm me down when I start to get anxious. However, this week, I did not have a memory verse. (Well, I did have a memory verse selected, but I did not put effort into memorizing it or putting it on a note card to keep with me all the time.) So right now, I found a verse to memorize for the week: “I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears” (Psalm 34:4). I dug out my packet of note cards from my boxes of school supplies. Tonight will be a night to focus back on what matters most, not on what might or might not happen in the future. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own (Matthew 6:34). I have definately noticed the difference from I am no longer anxious and trust in the Lord completely to when anxiety creeps back into my life and I take the burden upon myself.
Still no word on our next base. This is driving both Randy and I nuts!
Ok enough serious stuff, during these next 2 weeks, nothing can bring me down because my baby is coming home!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so happy to finally start our lives together. I've been waiting for this for too long.
Now, off to make dinner...mmmm pancakes!
I'm getting the last minute things together for the wedding such as the favors, seating chart, place cards, dress fitting, ceremony stuff, and final guest count underway.
I still love living in my apartment. I abosolutely love walking everywhere in Pittsburgh during the summer. I love soaking up the sun and feeling the breeze; it is so refreshing. I'm going to go crazy when I'm back in my hometown and I have to drive everywhere! Sometimes, my mom's driving makes me car sick. She drives like a crazy lady sometimes.
In the last couple blog entries I have posted, I have been so relaxed and calm about what the future will hold in the next couple of months. However, the anxiety has creeped up again. I've noticed that I have not put my worries at Christ's feet, but have been carrying the burdens around over the last week or so. I noticed this when I stopped memorizing my weekly Bible verse. When the anxious thoughts went away, I had to fill them with something else, such as my Bible verse to calm me down when I start to get anxious. However, this week, I did not have a memory verse. (Well, I did have a memory verse selected, but I did not put effort into memorizing it or putting it on a note card to keep with me all the time.) So right now, I found a verse to memorize for the week: “I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears” (Psalm 34:4). I dug out my packet of note cards from my boxes of school supplies. Tonight will be a night to focus back on what matters most, not on what might or might not happen in the future. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own (Matthew 6:34). I have definately noticed the difference from I am no longer anxious and trust in the Lord completely to when anxiety creeps back into my life and I take the burden upon myself.
Still no word on our next base. This is driving both Randy and I nuts!
Ok enough serious stuff, during these next 2 weeks, nothing can bring me down because my baby is coming home!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so happy to finally start our lives together. I've been waiting for this for too long.
Now, off to make dinner...mmmm pancakes!
Back Home
Last weekend, I went back to my hometown to see my mom for mother's day. Friday was a bit crazy. My mom drove to Pittsburgh to pick me up then we stopped at Prime Outlets for some light shopping and Chinese food. Then we had to rush to get into Erie for my wedding gown fitting.
I fall more in love with that dress every time I wear it. I love how it sparkles and how it is just me. I would post a link, but I don't want to risk Randy seeing it. I want it to be a complete surprise for him.
After the dress fitting, my mom and I did some running around before finally being able to go back home to relax.
Today, I met my godson for the first time. Even though I have not met him in person, I felt like I already know him because Sam, his mother, is always posting pictures of him on Facebook.
I have mixed feelings about coming home. It is great to see my family and friends, but it no longer feels like home. Maybe that is a good thing. That way, it might be easier when Randy and I move to our new station. They say home is where the heart is. Right now, my heart is torn between Pittsburgh, PA and Germany. My home will always be where Randy and I rest our head at night. Right now, we sleep in two different countries...so I have multiple homes. When Randy finally comes home...anywhere we go will be home.
I fall more in love with that dress every time I wear it. I love how it sparkles and how it is just me. I would post a link, but I don't want to risk Randy seeing it. I want it to be a complete surprise for him.
After the dress fitting, my mom and I did some running around before finally being able to go back home to relax.
Today, I met my godson for the first time. Even though I have not met him in person, I felt like I already know him because Sam, his mother, is always posting pictures of him on Facebook.
I have mixed feelings about coming home. It is great to see my family and friends, but it no longer feels like home. Maybe that is a good thing. That way, it might be easier when Randy and I move to our new station. They say home is where the heart is. Right now, my heart is torn between Pittsburgh, PA and Germany. My home will always be where Randy and I rest our head at night. Right now, we sleep in two different countries...so I have multiple homes. When Randy finally comes home...anywhere we go will be home.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday 4 May 2010
Tuesday 4 May 2010
One month until the wedding!
Bible verse of the week to memorize: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” Proverbs 3:5
My wonderful friend Brittany suggested having a Bible verse to memorize that relates to your week. I have been doing this for three weeks. During the course of the week when I feel stressed and overwhelmed, I repeat the Bible verse in my head. It reminds me that God is in control and not me.
Over the past month, I have realized that even though I have accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior, I have never given up my life for him. I have always lived my life for myself or someone else. I want this summer to be a life changing summer in so many aspects of my life. I have no clue were I am going to be in the fall. If be here in Pittsburgh or off to wherever Randy may be. I continuously pray that the Lord opens a door and closes a door to tell me exactly where he wants me to be. Randy still does not know where he is being stationed and yet I trust the Lord that he will put us where we will grow the most. Even when we do not follow what God has planned for us, he does turn in around into a situation that we can grow in Him. I came to Pitt with the wrong motives, but the Lord has turned it around. I have found a church that I will forever call my home church. Back home, I was never involved in a church. On Sunday, my family and I (my mom , brother, and I) would go to the service (always late..drove me nuts) and then leave. We did not talk to many people, and if I tried to get involved in the church it was quickly cut off from my mom complaining about taking me everywhere. At Northway Oakland, I am really part of a community. I have been heavy involved…taking almost every class they offer and in return volunteering at every chance I get. I have made some great friendships, which have helped me to motive my growth in my relationship with Christ. I am just not another face in the crowd. No matter where I go, Northway will always be home.
Like all things, there are positives and negatives about going back to work. One of the positives is that I have the evenings free! I am no longer studying until 1900 or 2000. The negative is trying remembering everything I learned from the summer before and failing horribly. There was no brush up course on the gadgets and terms in the lab. My colleague would ask me to get him something from the table of a million things. I do not remember what that thing is…and panic! The first day back, I prepped a rat for surgery. I was not quite sure what surgery we were doing and I kept on asking my colleague if I was doing it right. He got frustrated with me and told me to stop and just do it. That shut me up and whipped me in shape. Today was even worst.
Along with all of this, there is the wedding stuff. My first dress fitting is Friday. I am still trying to contact people about RSVPs. Some people are just hard to get a hold of. Getting the count is holding up contacting the reception hall and the baker. Other than that, I plan to take care of the rest of things the week before the wedding. I just hope everything goes a little smoothly. I know that it will not go perfectly.
One month until the wedding!
Bible verse of the week to memorize: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” Proverbs 3:5
My wonderful friend Brittany suggested having a Bible verse to memorize that relates to your week. I have been doing this for three weeks. During the course of the week when I feel stressed and overwhelmed, I repeat the Bible verse in my head. It reminds me that God is in control and not me.
Over the past month, I have realized that even though I have accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior, I have never given up my life for him. I have always lived my life for myself or someone else. I want this summer to be a life changing summer in so many aspects of my life. I have no clue were I am going to be in the fall. If be here in Pittsburgh or off to wherever Randy may be. I continuously pray that the Lord opens a door and closes a door to tell me exactly where he wants me to be. Randy still does not know where he is being stationed and yet I trust the Lord that he will put us where we will grow the most. Even when we do not follow what God has planned for us, he does turn in around into a situation that we can grow in Him. I came to Pitt with the wrong motives, but the Lord has turned it around. I have found a church that I will forever call my home church. Back home, I was never involved in a church. On Sunday, my family and I (my mom , brother, and I) would go to the service (always late..drove me nuts) and then leave. We did not talk to many people, and if I tried to get involved in the church it was quickly cut off from my mom complaining about taking me everywhere. At Northway Oakland, I am really part of a community. I have been heavy involved…taking almost every class they offer and in return volunteering at every chance I get. I have made some great friendships, which have helped me to motive my growth in my relationship with Christ. I am just not another face in the crowd. No matter where I go, Northway will always be home.
Like all things, there are positives and negatives about going back to work. One of the positives is that I have the evenings free! I am no longer studying until 1900 or 2000. The negative is trying remembering everything I learned from the summer before and failing horribly. There was no brush up course on the gadgets and terms in the lab. My colleague would ask me to get him something from the table of a million things. I do not remember what that thing is…and panic! The first day back, I prepped a rat for surgery. I was not quite sure what surgery we were doing and I kept on asking my colleague if I was doing it right. He got frustrated with me and told me to stop and just do it. That shut me up and whipped me in shape. Today was even worst.
Along with all of this, there is the wedding stuff. My first dress fitting is Friday. I am still trying to contact people about RSVPs. Some people are just hard to get a hold of. Getting the count is holding up contacting the reception hall and the baker. Other than that, I plan to take care of the rest of things the week before the wedding. I just hope everything goes a little smoothly. I know that it will not go perfectly.
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