I’ve been trying to get as many posts in as soon as possible before the mad-rush of teaching season begins. But every once in a while you run into a few snafus. This week in Chicago – as in much of the nation – it was extremely, extremely butt-hot. But rather than that being an excuse to stay indoors and write more self-absorbed essays and geeky pop-cultural blood-letting. But, apparently, human beings who occupy physical space and sweat were not the only ones affected by the stroke-waves. Internet waves everywhere were asking, “Are we not particles? Do we not sweat?”
So, yeah. And then there’s the fact that I’ve been making plans all week to get me and Jennie (wow. I’m gonna have to change my frame of mind from here on out. It’s gonna be plural – ‘we’ instead of ‘me’.) out of this limbo stage that was killing us. But, tonight’s the night. We’re getting married.
I know a lot of people (well, maybe three of the four of you reading this) may have a lot of questions. I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that this is a space to answer many of those questions – at least not now. But we did what we felt was right and God-honoring. And as much as we wanted to honor her parents, there was no way to please them except to wait for a year or two. And that’s just not something that we could do – as Fred Willard noted above.
I love my faithful readers. Please pray for us. I gotta shower and get the rental. So, peace!