the groom and his attendants arrive tomorrow night. last night with just her and i before the men descend and the madness that leads to this marriage begins.
this is the night of coconut lotion and pampering.
of The King's Speech and one liter of Dr. Pepper each.
of so much aching laughter...but then again, that's been every night.
a night of a few shed tears and memories flooding as i run my fingers through her auburn hair, giggling as the smell of the hair dye overwhelms us both.
this is best friends on their last night alone together.
the groom is coming for his bride tomorrow.
it's a reminder of the Groom. waiting, planning. it is sacrilegious to picture Him shifting from foot to foot with excitement, looking at His Father?
is it time? can i go and bring her home now?
is she preparing? is she ready, waiting?
or is she still so dirty? does she still reek of world and flesh and old self?
come now, church.
our Groom awaits.