Jenny's wedding was held at St. Thomas Catholic Church in Long Beach, Mississippi. The beautiful church is new, as Katrina, in her fury, took the original structure, but the love and memories are still there. It is a place that will always be treasured by the families of the coast, and our family, as well. Not only, was Jenny baptized at St. Thomas, so were our four children. Our two oldest children also made their First Communion there. I was so excited to be part of this parish and to return and share it with Callie, my last to be baptized there. She was too young to remember much of Long Beach, but was amazed at how God has His hand in this place!
"What about the "suit?", you ask. I am sorry to say that the "suit" didn't make the cut. I thought that it was the epitome of my style, my flair if you will. It wasn't at all. Let's talk tacky. It was too shiny, too tight at the top, too long and baggy at the bottom (how the hell did that happen?), and what about those buttons? Thank goodness for Anne Taylor. The problem was resolved with a truly flattering navy shift and a pair of wedge, ankle strapped sandals. I fit right in. It turns out we have all aged. It is not a terrible thing. The twenty years I missed in Mississippi not only changed me, it had changed my friends. And I'd like to add, though we are now twenty years older, we are twenty years better. Ah, the gift of time!
So all of my days of running and dieting were good for my health, but not necessary for lasting friendships. What I learned from "Three Weeks to the Suit" is in the immortal words of Dr. Seuss, "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." And these lovely friends from long ago don't mind, they matter!
This isn't the end of the "Suit." Keep following.
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