Salt and Vinegar

I really love me some salt and vinegar potato chips. It's the tangy zip of the vinegar that gets me every time. It shouldn't surprise me, but it does. Oh how I sing thy praises.

Today I'm indulging.

Church #1 said "No, we're sticking with our policies." As in, we don't care that you are both professed Christians, the groom's father is ordained in our denomination and will be performing the service, and that the bride is on staff at her own church but doesn't want to get married there because the groom's uncle is a organ genius and the bride's church hasn't an organ. As in, we're telling others to love beyond our walls but we don't really want to love here in our midst, so keep it outside, will ya?

Anywho. As bitter as I sound, I am really ok with it. Obviously this wasn't the church for us. I would just like to have a date at this point, and everything, ironically, rests upon finding a church. I truly never thought that J and I, being the pastor's kids that we are, would have this problem. So, we move on to options B and 3. I just have to come up with them.

Other than that, things are moving steadily along. J is constantly surprising me with his good humour towards all things wedding. If he signs off on it, I'll post some of the funnier things from his (almost) daily wedding-related emails. That man is a keeper, for realz. My parents are also being incredibly awesome and generous. I shall keep them as well.

Hmm. Tonight may just include taking new puppy for a long walk, working on retreat stuff for this weekend, and counting my blessings.

and salt & vinegar chips. of course.