Best day of my life

Tonight someone asked me how I am doing on a scale from one to ten, with ten being the best I could be. I answered that I was a three or a four right now, but then qualified that by saying that physically I was probably doing better now than for most of the last eight years, though mentally I am still coming out of a low point. I then briefly mentioned my battles with grief, ADD, depression, and, worst of all, medications, which brought the low point.

A little while ago--it is now about 11:30 PM--I was thinking on that self-assessment. Truthfully, I was feeling apologetic, guilty, for saying something below five, even if it fit. That had me then thinking on what was a ten. Easily the best day of my life so far was the day of Cheryl's and my wedding. Remembering that I was struck in a whole new way by what the Church's wedding day, the day that we are collectively joined with Christ, will be like. What has always been rather abstract and nebulous now has a new reality for me. I think that I can now look forward expectantly to the final best day of my life like I have been looking back to my first wedding day and forward to my next one that God has promised.