Tick . . . tick . . . tick. We're down to three days before Matt and Jenna's wedding. Bets are currently being taken on how long it takes in the ceremony before I become a slobbering idiot. I don't mind being emotional. But it's hard to speak AND sob. A tear is fine; getting choked up is understandable. But sobbing can be a bit of a distraction. Standing in front of me will be my older son (groom), my younger son (best man), and the bride (whom we deeply love). In addition I just found out that as Diane comes down the aisle, escorted by Matt, she'll be lighting a candle in memory of Megan. I think someone who's planning the wedding has entered the gambling pool and has put big money down on a major sobfest in the first two minutes. Please pray for me, dear Blog Friends.