That's Tomorrow.

My nails are painted. My dress is hanging. My shoes sit underneath. And sleep won't come.

Tomorrow is the big day for my sister Bethany. Actually, it's a big day for all of us. All the Gilbaugh girls have painted nails, hanging dresses and waiting shoes. All the men have their tuxes rented, their faces shaved (well, two of them at least) and their shirts ironed. Tomorrow is a celebration of the union of Bethany and David. But it's more than that, too. It's a day we welcome David into our family. A day we look at them at one flesh. A day we look at them and see a little piece of the Gospel.

Tomorrow is a blur of excitement to me. I get to bring my camera and "play". I get my hair all done. I get to eat wedding cake. And I get to dance like a fool until midnight. But that's tomorrow.

Tonight I'm pensive, sentimental, quiet.

Tonight, I'm remembering all those nights B let me keep the light on so I could fall asleep; all those times she put up with me listening to Sandy Patty until I dozed off and she crept out of bed and made the world quiet again. Tonight, I want to go back to the days of lemonade stands and popcicles. Tonight, I regret the gum I stole, the lie I told, the dress I didn't let her borrow. Tonight, I wish we could go to just one more football game on a chilly autumn night, or have just one more late-night conversation about boys and Jesus.

But those days are gone. And to be honest, that's okay. Because right now she's asleep on the deck and I'm going to go curl up next to her.