I saw a little girl get married Saturday.
She was a 13-year-old babysitter who took my 3-year-old for long walks while I worked.
Then she was a 16-year-old high school student making decisions about her life.
Then she was a 19-year=-old college student – smart, funny, totally sure of her self. And then one night, she decided to go across the street to get something to drink. It was just a study break.
It happened in seconds. She never saw the police car that struck her. The car was involved in a high-speed chase that wasn’t allowed on the streets of Atlanta. The officer was driving in excess of 60 miles an hour.
It was the same night that Niki Taylor, the model and celebrity, was involved in a car accident. Niki Taylor’s serious injuries made all the magazines and newspapers. Carmen barely made it to the hospital.
She would be get better over two years, get to walk again again over five years.
And last Saturday, she walked down the aisle in a red & white ceremony that she planned herself.
She married a soldier. His fellow soldiers came in uniform. Two of them preceded her into the glorious atrium of a Dallas County office building that looked like a dream.
She danced the first dance with her husband beside a serene pool.
She and he cut a large multi-tiered red cake with white and gold decorations.
For three hours, through a glorious and short ceremony and a catered dinner, She was a testament to faith, love and the fact that only God knows.
And God knows we were happy to be there for that moment at a wedding that brought back memories, both bad and good.
But the good ones drowned out the bad ones.
And we never have to think about the accident again – until the next milestone, and we offer thanks again for how far she has come.