To Love and To Giggle

The wedding started at three o’clock. At 3:04, "Mimsy" stood outside the sanctuary doors giggling. That’s fine for a teenager arriving late with her friends.

But.

Mimsy is not the teenager arriving late. She's my middle sister. And in this particular wedding, she is the bride. And you have not seen her when she gets a case of the giggles.

See, usually Middle Sister is quiet, reserved and well mannered. But on occasion, with family or close friends, something strikes her funny bone just right, and she starts to giggle. And then laugh. And shake all over, with tears running down her cheeks as the giggles just bubble out uncontrollably and go tumbling all over the room. Yes, it’s fun and it’s funny and it’s contagious.

It’s also an unconventional way to walk down the aisle to greet your ‘for better or worse.' Oh, she did look resplendent in her gown and veil, and I was ready to take her arm and walk her to her betrothed. But she was giggling. And when she saw me watching, it just got worse. I was afraid we would have a giggle delay in the wedding. Oh dear.

Not to worry, the giggles were short lived, and I escorted a smiling bundle of nerves down the aisle. I think she actually glowed as she pledged eternal devotion to her prince. He in turn had the look of a man who knew at that moment that there really is a God, and He brings people together.

Mimsy is on the better side of 39, and has found the love of her life. This is a union of two people who were busy making their own path through life, and along the way, found each other. She found her Prince Charming in a Winter Wonderland, probably riding his snowmobile.

This was a wonderfully happy event. This was two families celebrating and relishing this union. This was two becoming one, to love and to giggle, till death do them part.

To “Mimsy” and her Prince, our congratulations. May love and giggles fill your home.