Fifteen years ago today, I was stressing, running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get a ton of things done before my rehearsal dinner.
I knew my wedding anniversary was October 25th. Heather and I spent a lot of time selecting that date. She even bought a Farmer’s Almanac to check the weather predictions.
Every year on my on October 25th, in some way, we acknowledge our wedding anniversary. Most people do the same.
But never before today had I thought about remembering my wedding rehearsal and dinner. Heather brought it up to me, and I thought, “I wonder why nobody ever remembers their “Wedding Eve?”
It occurs to me that a major tenet of Christianity is centered around intentional remembering of another important “Eve.” When Jesus had his last meal with his disciples, their Passover meal, it was on the eve of him being offered as the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.
Paul writes about it in 1 Corinthians 10 and 11. Intentional remembering of Jesus’ crucifixion and sacrifice, his resurrection and ascension into Heaven, and his second coming, are all important aspects of communion (also called the Lord’s Supper).
Back to my wedding rehearsal anniversary. I realized that thinking about that day had a profound impact on me today. I was reminded of all the hopes and dreams we had, many of which involved future children. I thought about the stress that seemed so important then, but now, not so much. Intentionally remembering my Wedding Eve reminded me of all the people who came together to help us get married, and have continued to support our family.
I think everybody from our wedding is still alive except for my mom. There are things I wish I had said to her before she died.
And then I started thinking about how our children love to watch the wedding videos.
Intentional remembering is important. We should do it more often.
Do you remember the first day you found out that God was sending a baby into your home; into your loving embrace, to be protected, nurtured, fed, and loved?
Do you remember the lack of sleep?
Do you remember the crying, the tears, the wailing, for reasons you could never figure out–even to this day?
Do you remember the smiles and laughter while they slept, and wondering what they were smiling and laughing about? Milk? Maybe remembering the warmth of the womb? Maybe the breath of God whispering love to them in a language only a newly formed soul in baby form could understand?
Our world is busy. Crazy busy.
Take time to remember. Intentionally remember.
And go tell your children you love them, in between sharing the memories with them.