This morning, five years ago, I awoke early, did my makeup, had my hair done, picked up my fiancé and drove (rode, actually: my parents were driving) to the temple. We were a little late, but we had plenty of time to sign all the official paperwork before being married. And at 1:30 pm, were were married, not just until "death do you part" or "as long as you both shall live," but for eternity.
And that was the birth of our family. As we have added children one by one, they too are bound to us by the covenants we made to God and each other five years ago today.
Such a joyous beginning.
And now for the sad ending.
This summer had been one of sisters, brothers, cousins and fun. But as of today it is all over. Sarah and her family are on an airplane as we speak, winging their way across the sea to live in Japan for three whole, depressing years.
Grant left last week, and while I'll miss him, he'll be back at Christmas. And just knowing he's only in Utah is much more reassuring than trying to imagine my sister in Okinawa. I know Utah. I can picture it. I've been there. Okinawa? Not so much. The most I've seen of that is Karate Kid 2. I can't picture where they are, what they're doing. And that makes it so much harder.
Sure, we can talk. Sure, we can "Skype." And sure, they might even come back for Jon's wedding.
(And Grant's, if he gets around to it)
(And no, that's not an announcement. Jon is not any more engaged than he was when he left on his mission.)
But they're gone.
And I already miss them.