So, I decided to up the ante for the wedding: I wore false eyelashes.
I had heard they'll give you a whole new look on life. Literally.
I did a trial run last week, managed to keep from gluing my eyes closed, and decided I would make the lashes part of the wedding day attire.
But then they said their vows, this bride and groom whom I adore.
"In sickness and in health,
Until death parts us."
And those words undid me.
I cried my eyelashes right off. Like, onto the floor.
I quietly slipped them to a friend in the front row. The pastor said, "and now we will take a moment to pass the peace," and I took that moment to pass a piece of me to Mindy.
Here. Hold these. Peace.
I think they're still laying on a hymnal. Somebody will have a creepy surprise on Sunday morning.
Till death do us part. I don't think you could get through that without crying your eyelashes off for a few years yet. Hugs. (Not creepy hugs....I am a mom to 12 and a granny to 23...and I view you as a "daughter-sister in Christ". I pray for you often and hug you a lot.)
oh my word! That is hilarious!! I've always wanted to wear them... just to try it. Now, I'm having second thoughts. 😉