Here’s the thing: This will be the first American wedding I’ve ever attended. Crazy, right? Living an ocean away means I’ve missed every friend’s wedding for the past 11 years. (Occupational hazard of being a missionary, I guess.)
So I’m very grateful I can be there for April’s special day. And it’s doubly-special because April was an intern with our ministry. That humbles me and makes me proud all at the same time. It also makes me feel old, but let’s not think about that.
Since I’ve never been to a wedding here before, I don’t know—well, anything. And I don’t think African wedding protocol applies!
So help a girl out. What do I need to know? Do? Get? Wear? Pass along anything you can think of.
Oh—and talk amongst yourselves.