August 10, 2006

• My Wedding Day (Part 1)

  I woke up this morning and realized that actually today is my wedding day.  Tonight, we are having the Vietnamese wedding ceremony.  And though it’s been on my schedule this whole time, it just never really occurred to me what it would really mean to don on the traditional “ao dai” which only means one thing — wedding, marriage, ceremony, celebration, the ushering in of something joyous and new — the beginning of new life, a new chapter, a new family, a new history.  Someone is wearing the red ao dai today, and this time it’s not going to be my aunts or some other woman, it’s going to be me.  Someone’s pouring wine and someone’s accepting red envelopes and jewelry, and that someone is me.  No watching from the outside – this time, it’s going to be me…

  Father, thank you for this day you created, this day you knew about from before time began.  I want to stand and worship you.

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