How can two friends be so different? My good friend Christy is sitting over in her blog simply revelling in her family, while I over here am criticizing mine. You know, I'm losing all inclination to write about the wedding, since it was several days ago now. I want to write about current stuff. But I ought to finish what I've started. So. Last summer. We're all getting to know Naomi better, and we like her. Right.

I hardly talked to the two of them over the school year, but then I hardly contacted the rest of my family either. I was encountering my most heinously busy (but also most enjoyable) school year so far. Whenever I did call home, my mom talked to me for over an hour about all the troubles she'd been having with Joe and Naomi and getting them to do what she wanted. I would explain to her that Joe, being a guy, naturally was trying to step out on his own and be a man. As the year wore on, the worried accounts turned to the upcoming wedding, which Naomi's mom was organizing in CA. Again, this became very stressful for me, so I didn't call home as often. Sometimes I went for weeks without talking to my family.

Then I myself had a fight with my mom right after Christmas break, which I won't describe here, and I became convicted that I needed to try to understand her and everyone else in my family who was different from myself. This is part of my ongoing growth in Christ, specifically in learning how to submit to authority. But I began calling home again, and I made a point of telling my family that I loved them.

I kept hearing different plans for how we were going to travel to the wedding in CA and for who was actually going. I know I was definitely attending no matter what, and besides, I was going to be a bridesmaid. :) Even without that fact, I wouldn't miss my favorite brother's (yes; we did everything together growing up, even if he is a dork. ;)) wedding. At the last second, my mom decided she wouldn't/couldn't go, and that my dad would fly in only the evening before. Magda, Greg, and I would drive over with Joe's car from MO, where it had been left. The other five siblings would have to miss out.

That takes the story up to the beginning of my summer break posts. Again, I have gotten too wordy. I need to stop for the day. I can finally talk about the actual wedding next time around. :)  ¶ 2:15 PM