They locked the mini-bar.

I'm sitting in my room on the 10th floor the of the Omni Hotel in downtown Atlanta. The hotel is only seven minutes from my apartment, but I decided that when a free stay at a four star hotel is offered me, I should gladly partake. The kind desk clerk upgraded my bed to king size on his own initiative. Good man. I don't need all this bed. Maybe Annabelle and I should elope--we already have the honeymoon suite. That would be all right if I didn't have to wake up the first morning of being married to a crowd of four hundred college ministers I'm meant to lead worship for.

But seriously, eloping gets a bad wrap. Sure you piss of two sets of parents and siblings, not to mention strong-willed relatives who must never be forgotten. I feel as if I'll get in trouble for even mentioning eloping. But still, it has its appeal. Definitely.

Everyone would feel robbed in the end. And the worst vicitms of all would be us, I suppose. Victims because we would have forgone the experience we really wanted due to lack of patience or self-control. There's something wonderful about waiting. That's one of my favourite things about having a meal in a restaurant. Taking the time to enjoy things properly, one course at a time. And so far our engagement has served up courses that have filled us both with a deeper love for each other.

So for now I'll be content to carry on waiting and beliving that there's something on the other end to make it all worth it. I have no doubt in my mind that it will be anything but that.

posted by Cameron Lawrence at 16:28