Once upon a time, at Covenant College, I took a intense three week statistics class for May term. For 21 days, I ate, slept, and breathed statistics and hoped that my brain wouldn't suddenly explode. In my study group, was Jim Knox, one of the bagpipe players for our Scottish school. Amidst conversations about statistic problems and life, I told him that one day, he would play in my wedding. He just laughed...
Statistics finally finished...and I passed the class! (Despite oversleeping one test morning, showing up late, wanting to ask the professor one question before the test started, him letting me ask that one little question and then him proceeding to tell me that I "missed the entire point of the whole last weeks worth of classes" and me sheepishly asking him to "please explain it one more time?" and miraculously...because it really, truly was a God moment...understanding it and passing the test with an A-...but I digress) As college happens though, I never had any other classes with the bagpipe player and we lost touch.
Then Eric and I began to date and got engaged. The week before our wedding, we were walking in downtown Chattanooga across the walking bridge. It was a foggy night and the sounds of bagpipes floated across the river. I lamented greatly to Eric that I always wanted bagpipes in our wedding and it's really too bad that we aren't going to have that. As we walked the crest of the bridge...there stood Jim Knox playing. And without thinking, I walked up to him and said, "Hey Jim! Do you want to play in my wedding next week?"
He laughed and said, "sure!"
Fast forward 12 years, eight children, one country and a beard later... and Jim Knox (the doctor on our team here) was kind enough to pull out his bagpipes and march around the compound with the kids on our team.
"Will you play the same music you played at Mommy and Daddy's wedding?"
He laughed and obliged us, once again... :)