Ink on Ivory

In under two months, a bride will march down the aisle, dressed in a beautiful white dress, her arm tucked under her father's. She saunters down to a waiting groom standing in eager anticipation at receiving the lovely gift God's given.

The countdown's begun; things are falling in place. Late next week, I envision dear Dorcas and I hunched over tables with nibs of pens tirelessly scratching on ivory cards. To write every single name of every friend that God has introduced into our lives will be a long drawn affair because He's given us so many! But the joy is ours to recognise and pen down so many who have been rich sources of blessing to us through school, through childhood, to adolescence, through university, through recreation, through church, through Christian fellowship and in shared ministries.

Just these past two weeks, I've been sending email after email, SMS after SMS to friends requesting for their postal addresses. You could have been one of them because I'd love for you to be at one of the biggest celebrations God's ever mooted for me. From Theresa & Nona in the US, to Ove in Norway, to auntie Molly, Kevin, Joan & 'Inky' in Australia, it's just been awesome hooking up again.

Jasmine, Wee Kiat & Jonathan, thanks in advance for putting aside work and studies to fly over to celebrate with us our special day! Nona, we know you'll be trying hard. Jul & MN, hope you catch a flight out of Shanghai in August!

But while we may not all reunite in August, I pray we shall sometime again, some day, home or away.

And with friends, we don't have to have ink on ivory before we meet. Because with friends, you don't need an excuse.