Expectation

I remember it so clearly. Five years old, standing in the pouring rain, waiting and waiting for my Primary one teacher to come out of the church as a Bride. At last she emerged radiant despite the horrible day, wearing a dress of white silk. Beautiful.

From that moment I dreamt of my wedding so often. Perhaps too often. As I walked home from school I'd decide the colour scheme and the music. As I walked home from University I'd ponder the flowers and the hairstyles.

By the time I was 22 I had it all planned out. I even had the music decided and the exact style of the dresses. However there was one thing missing. The groom. As I went about my day to day life I shelved my wedding dreams. Convinced it was not to be. My perfect wedding would never happen.

Then all of a sudden he appeared from nowhere. Within six months we were engaged. I lifted those wedding plans down from the shelf and dusted them off. Within five months I had the wedding I'd been planning since I was five years old. The Jane Austen style dress, the dark blue bridesmaids dresses, the cream tulips and roses and Psalm 145 sung so beautifully by the congregation.

It was perfect.  In the past my dreams had never been as good as I had imagined. But this, this exceeded all of my expectations. This was the day I started my forever after with the man God had given me.