So, I decided to up the ante for the wedding: I wore false eyelashes.
I had heard they’ll give you a whole new look on life. Literally.
I did a trial run last week, managed to keep from gluing my eyes closed, and decided I would make the lashes part of the wedding day attire.
But then they said their vows, this bride and groom whom I adore.
“In sickness and in health,
Until death parts us.”
And those words undid me.
I cried my eyelashes right off. Like, onto the floor.
I quietly slipped them to a friend in the front row. The pastor said, “and now we will take a moment to pass the peace,” and I took that moment to pass a piece of me to Mindy.
Here. Hold these. Peace.
I think they’re still laying on a hymnal. Somebody will have a creepy surprise on Sunday morning.