Proper thanks?

Wow. It really is an impossible task to thank everyone who had a hand in our wedding celebration. Three outstanding sets of hands are vivid in my mind:

1) Deneta Sells. She's neither a wedding coordinator or wedding director by trade. She's a pediatrician and my friend. Why I would ask a friend to work themselves to DEATH the day of the wedding, well...I wasn't thinking clearly. But she was fabulous and handled everything with grace and kindness (as is typical of Deneta). You want your baby in these hands.

2) The good people of Emory Presbyterian Church. (Lots of people have the wrong idea about church. We don't handle snakes or serve coolaid at ours.) These are a wonderful class of people parallel to friends and family, yet different from both. They made it happen--preping, ironing, cooking, cleaning, moving, setting up, taking down. Hours upon hours. All it seems they want from me is to keep working there. Very strange and wonderful kind of love; grace personified.

3) Val Woldman. Fellow high school teacher friend from Winston-Salem (now living in Florida) who physically stayed by my side from waking until picture time on the wedding day when--according to my Mom--I "shed more tears than God." A bride is a very complex creature.