Yes, this is me as a new bride in 1971. My sister is dropping a new, 1971 penny in my shoe for luck. I still have those shoes in a box somewhere. The penny is probably in the box, too. As best as I can remember, I only wore those shoes that one time. My homemade wedding dress is hanging in my closet yellowed by the 46 years that have passed.
The promise those two, crazy teenagers made to each other that rainy day in June has not yellowed, though. It was not put in a box and forgotten in a closet. Our relationship has been stretched but never broken. Our hearts still beat for one another. Our promise has been made stronger by the passing of years and parents.
I guess I am nostalgic because there is a new bride in our family. My sister’s GRANDDAUGHTER is getting married next week. Mercy me, time passes quickly! Can that little baby girl possibly be a college graduate and getting married?!? And so a new promise begins. This sacred promise that they will love each other above any other human being. My prayer for this new bride and groom is that they will have an unbreakable bond sealed with a sacred promise. A promise sealed with a wedding kiss.