Best Friends

David got married today. He married his best friend in a lovely, God-centered ceremony. As I often do at weddings, I felt a little sentimental with the passing of time.

I can't help but remember the day, not so many years ago when I was baby-sitting for him; he was 4 years old. David was so excited because I was also going to babysit for Jordan, and they were real pals. As he waited for Jordan to arrive, he skipped over to me and said in his sweet, stuttering voice,

"Hey, M-M-Marna, d-d-d-do you know who my b-b-best friend is?"

Teasing him, I gushed, "Me? I'm your best friend? Oh, David, that is so nice!"

Well, that wasn't exactly what he meant, but he knew in his 4 year old heart that he didn't want to hurt my feelings. Looking perplexed for a moment, he paused, then said,

"D-d-do you know who my second best friend is?"

Congratulations, David and Tara. It truly was a beautiful day!

It weren't me.

Speaking of Gatlinburg (see last post), I am reminded of the time we were there vacationing with friends. We were planning to drive around Cade's Cove, a one way 8 mile drive around a beautiful meadow nestled in the Smokey mountains. This drive can take a long time during the autumn season because of all the tourists. In fact, you could probably get through it faster by jogging.

Because we knew we might be in the car for awhile, we decided to stop at a tourist area and use the restrooms. As is typical, there was a long line waiting to use the women's restrooms. Finally it was my turn. A woman came out of a stall and, seeing that I would be using the one she came out of, said in her Tennessee drawl,

"It ain't perty in there, but I just want you to know it weren't me!"