And speak to You face to face as  a  friend

I want to stand in Your  fire  wherever  Your  eyes  fall

May You find me  faithful  to  Your  heart

Let me be  found…

With a heart  after  You

May Your eyes find this  heart  loyal  to  You

May You be all that’s on my mind  all  of  the  time

Let my heart be torn in two until  your  will  is  mine

Dearly Beloved of my  soul”

A Heart After You

~Luke Wood IHOP.org

Tonight was really wonderful I watched a fun comedy romance, and had a very encouraging and challenging conversation with my christian brother about gender identity, and the blueprint for sexuality in the context of being a new creation in Christ, and all while finally restoring my relationship to my terribly neglected CELLO!

After he dropped me off and I caught my late night train, I assed the blessings on my person including that Cello I’ve missed, my darling new stiletto sangria suede shoes (how many S’ can you say? right?) bought for the blessed event I’m part of this spring, my favorite blend of coffee–for free–from my new job at starbucks, and my beloved i-pod–which daily provides a sweet internal means for my prayer and worship life …man I just FELT my blessings as I careened along the late night tracks.

As I neared my subway stop I was listening to the above song over and over again, and I was thinking (as I constantly do while on the subway or at the end of my day) about this dear friend I have Jesus and what we did that day…

I got to my stop and hustled out of the train before she moved on to the next stop…I was getting my self all “braced up” for the icy chill coming along down with white flakes from the top of the stairs when I was distracted from my laborious (remember the 40 pound cello previously mentioned) progress…a bent black cloaked figure was standing on the 3rd stair of the first case of two to reach the street level. The figure wore a black hooded North Face coat and held a cane, I had no idea if it was a man or woman. I am extremely outgoing, bold, and willing but I have rules at night in New York. Believe it or not your Breannabird is not entirely thoughtless. In fact I’ll have you know I’m a bit fierce about safety especially at night in this city… it was past 12 and I had just returned from the Bronx (sometimes known as a rougher side of town) so I generally CHARGE forth in confidence out of the subway as though I own the world at night, till I get in my door briskly, and militarily. But something so powerful just held me there. As I quickly took in what I perceived I realized the bent figure (an elderly mid 50’s woman) was not standing on the steps but slower than a snail’s pace trying to CLIMB the steps…I can not express how painfully slow the movement of her non-slip black tennis shoe was as it lifted to reach the next step a millimeter at a time. I knew I was not supposed to stand there and wait, much less gawk at this poor woman, so removing my worship music from my ears, I did “step one” as I usually do when it’s NOT 1am in the morning, “Excuse me Ma’am? Do you need some help? ”  She muttered something gruff, not intelligible but definitely leaning more in the “leave me alone and bug off” direction than positive…I felt her weight keenly even in the spirit, and it repelled my joyful lightness with a heaviness far greater than my burden of an instrument and the bag on my back. I took three more steps and stood on the stairs so aware of the freezing cold. I felt this powerful urge to just stand there…I thought about Jesus, he would not keep walking. He would KNOW what to say to her exactly in the right tone and heart to reach her in that moment where she was at–my whole being cries out for that kind of perfect relevance and intimate understanding of PRACTICAL love for others–I had nothin’ …I mean now reading it it may sound kind of profound, and time did kind-of take a back seat in this little encounter, but it was just real life too! I had to be real about the fact that I could not (even though went back and forth about it 10 times!) lay a hand on her uninvited in the black new york night, no matter how good my intentions were! I could not HELP her if she said no! Another girl came out and saw me standing above the woman on the steps with the concerned look on my face…she seemed captured in the same predicament because she stopped still when she saw me too…I thought of the story of the good Samaritan–I wasn’t shooting for that, it just made me think, “what must have gone through each passer bye’s mind?” Funny how I thought of so many things while standing in the 20 degree windy cold, but let me tell you I’ve never seen anyone move this slowly!! She looked at me several times then asked the woman if she needed help, same not-friendly response. She headed up the steps and murmured “she said she’s fine” I was glad she felt relieved of any responsibility for the woman, but I still felt glued to the steps…well it’s all well and dandy if someone SAYS they’re fine even when they are clearly in MASSVE pain and in NEED??? Another man passed us next also with a cane but not so strenuously, murmuring some kind of nonsense…I said something esle to her I don’t remember what, and she mentioned something about knees, and wishing “they” “these people” would stop yelling at her…she made no sense at all. I related to her that my grandmother had recently had both her knees replaced and I can only imagine what it must be like for her…All the while I stood beside her with my stupid cello on my back not touching her though desperately–by now–wanting to hold her arm assist with her bag, just assure her with my hand to her contorted back that she was doing well…I could not.  So i stood there and spoke about nothing as she so very slowly lifted her foot again to reach the next step. I thought, “well maybe he would wait, stay, climb with the woman?” It sounds stupid but by the time I got to the last 3 it was agony NOT to touch her. The only remote sign of me being helpful (I’m sure I could not have done much at all) was  noticed because she did speed up toward the end quite a bit. I got bold toward the end saying, “You’re doing great ma’am! You’re almost there, almost done! You did it!” I felt so insolent but out the phrases came almost involuntary… I asked if I could help her to walk home at all, if it was far? she said no…no…I had to keep on, “have a wonderful night ma’am!” Walk…I had to walk home.

I wish I prayed and she was healed and that she lit up with fire in her eyes feeling born anew just because someone stopped…I really wish that. But I walked home. I didn’t pray over her right there.

I thought about people and how we run and push. Am I that woman Jesus? You are– you said a cup of cold water in your name is unto you, so I suppose I could be likened to the woman. Do I say “no I’m fine” when you come to my aid, and does it break your heart to walk next to me? Do you stand and watch me struggle after rejecting your offer with every solution and miraculous healing I could ever desire…and you can not act because I will not say yes? It must break your heart…

Today I spoke with two more of these people, but they had no idea. An actor and a dancer, but every bit as broken as the woman on the stairs…and here I am–standing in their lives WAITING…because I have to follow the rules–that you do not touch to assist unless invited.

Jesus can not touch my pain unless I say yes. When did you last let him into yours? When was the last time we genuinely STOPPED to ask someone if we could?…You see  tonight I got a few doors to my apartment before I realized…it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I don’t even fully know why…Oh Jesus! I forgot to ask her name...I don’t even know her name.

Sittin' on the subway

I recognize the great need for relationship and touch more keenly than usual these days…We were made for love, and to deeply feel life but so often for lack of time, priority, or open eyes, we miss it. I miss it.

Today I spent a long time reading about a young girl in Uganda http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-my-16th-birthday-and-i-am-eating.html Her name is Katie and she is a 21 year old mother of 14 orphaned children, and her selflessness wrecks my way toward self sufficiency and ease that I daily pursue even unknowingly.

You see dear ones, I live in a city that screams “You can!” You CAN: make your own way, have it all and more, live without bounds or consequence, get to the top o so fast, see your needs met by your own hand…New York is such a lovely Nebuchadnezzar (Daniel 3-4:28-36) shiny, lofty, and sooo many bow–as the music plays on day by day…the sound track to a self-absorbed culture. My nation is blind, my people are thick with the food of idleness and regret. We medicate our loneliness with overwhelming light, sound, and touch–attempting to satisfy a craving put there by Creator for fascination and fulfillment. I am overwhelmed by my own lack of motivation in the midst of such great need! How is it that I can so easily let hours–precious and few–my only voice–slip away even here in my powerful youth, when there are so many just waiting for me to bring them a lasting answer.

Haiti’s not enough? Katie in Uganda is not enough? Jesus come to earth lived and died, risen again for my sake…not enough to cause me to daily, hourly, every moment LIVE in light and life, motivated passion…doing what I am here for?

Temporary satisfaction

Oh father, Beautiful God, reveal the dark for what it is in all it’s beguiling allurement. Show me the beautiful way that I desperately crave. Let me not waste my hours, especially in my youth. Cover my eyes when evil insists, my ears when lies invade, shelter my heart when idleness ensues…I want it all, to learn for real–that love filled and abandoned to the core–SERVANTHOOD is the only solution. I want to look like Jesus, in this city, in my world, in your Kingdom COME to earth.

If I can not do this, my life is a waste.

I repent to you today for every pattern that produces and appears thus.

JANUARY 26TH 2010

She packed her 425 Sq. Ft. Loft apartment in to a 5X5 ft. space and

after much ado, 4 days work, a truck FULL to the dump, in sweat

and tears with her mother, sisters (blood and love bound ;o) and saint

of a brother it was accomplished! Not another, no not  one more thing!

Her single back-pack packed, i-pod FULL, heart Fuller still, and

yes–cello in hand, she got on the red-eye flight to Manhattan…No idea

where she would live…but this little girl was Glory bound from the

start…watch the Breezy-bird Fly…

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

If you, dear one, are receiving this report, you are one who

lovingly remembers the Breanna-bird specifically in prayer,

(of which fact she is MOST indebted and GRATEFUL!)

Don’t stop! the adventure has begun and there is a terrible

foe, who MUST be vanquished! Thank you a thousand

times for: Lifting this heart, soul, and body with every

breath toward the Famous, Grand, and Perfect Author–for

her favor in and impact on a desperate and needy generation.

The win we long for…It’s worth every blow.

STEP BY STEP…

The best way to keep up with Breezy’s adventures in New York: Auditioning,

Acting, waiting tables, making new friends, waking the dead, and finding a

home )…Text her! Call her! Check out face book and her blog:

breezybird.wordpress.com for poems, songs, pictures and videos! She

THANKS you all so much for your many investments into her Epic tale!

Oh, that He would be FAMOUS!!!

Further thoughts and Comments…to come…

~Song Title from Snow Patrol song called “Chasing Cars”

New everything. Well almost everything.

I have a new job, playing lots of music, developing some awesome new friendships, writing and acting in a play, getting ready for NY…

Maybe you know it, but i have a thing for New York. I’ve had it since I was a little girl, and I am under the impression that it’s bigger than me, because I can’t get it out of me. No matter what I do, it’s there.  Every time I talk about New York and how I feel about performing and praying and singing and twirling in the context of my passion, I light up.

In fact the whole time i lived there just over a year and a half ago, i was lit up.

Last week I shared what I want to do there, and this middle aged christian guy said to me, “wow, when I heard you were into the idea of going to NY I had no idea what to expect, and I’m just soo thrilled to hear what Passion you have inside you about that place, I mean I’m so relieved it’s not just a carnal thing for you, it is you know, for a lot of people…” My sister introduced me that night, “this is my sister Breezy, she’s a missionary to New York…” I about fell off the couch, no one has ever said that. I HAVE–But no one else has ever said it. And that’s true, that’s what I do. Who I am. Jesus comes out of my life even when I’m not paying attention, because I’m in love with him.

I found out about that recently. When you’re in love with someone you are stupid excited about them, and you can’t even help talking about them constantly. I talk about New York and think about NY all the time, because it’s something he loves and tells me about, but it costs something to love Him there.

Just like I have always wanted my prince to say to me, “I’ll wait for you or follow you there…” HE says to me, “Wait for me on earth, or Follow me with abandon to where I am longing for the lost ones…IN THE CITY.” Cities don’t make any sense to who I am when you think about it. A girl who was called Anne of Green gables since she had long enough hair to put in wispy pig tails…who wore long flowy skirts just to be able to twirl at all times in fields, or any grassy patch found…the City???  Yes, that’s where I must be, because I have a song to sing to them there. I have to go and sing it. I will give up a few years of my 20′s and the chance to be done having my babies by 36 and the luxury of my family just down the street, and maybe the luxury of coffee out everyday, finishing my college degree now and doing what “normal” successful privileged kids do…And maybe no one will ever fully understand, and maybe I won’t change one single life, but i will go and sing none-the-less…and at the end of the day His heart will have a constant and broken lover in me.

So God, help me love you here now and there then, and in the meantime…live dangerously. I don’t want to swim in you unless I know there’s a risk of drowning, maybe i already have.

*shift

–verb (used with life)

It’s been months since I’ve said anything to the general world about my state, and tonight I feel like I finally have a few slightly organized thoughts to express what it is that I would like to say so here goes, my friends who care to know what I think…

There’s been enough pain in the last few months to start to really “juice” me, and or bring out the gold, and the draus (love that part, hey?) the lovely, and the things that make me really humanly alive.

The most recent pain in my chest was the loss of my childhood friend Elisa, I have sat in on many family conversations, and even sat with her–alone in a room just us–for a couple hours while she danced before the throne, and I marveled that she was really gone, just a shell before me of what once was so bouncy and brimming with, “come on breezy let’s laugh, dance, and make otherwise total fools of ourselves together…” the kind of person you usually only meet once in a lifetime…

I have been thinking so much about what it is that needs to be aloud to SING in my life. Often being raised in an incredibly whole (relatively speaking)—(go! mom n’ dad almost 30 years) Family, with really deep values…It becomes really easy and almost “simpler” to become the“DON’T PEOPLE” we emphasize among many things, “guard you heart” and “cover your eyes” and I am passionate about those things, to the core. But often MY battle is the opposite. Now hear me out, don’t worry, I’m not becoming a stripper and I am not going to make out with the first guy I meet tomorrow morning! But–as such a protected and preserved “princess” of sorts, the truth of who I am–a reckless lover, abandoned worshiper, and previously named “freedom song” …is easily lost in the search for decorum, maturity, grace, discretion, guardedness, quietness, wisdom even– which are all qualities I deeply aspire to possess! But ah, the fight for me is thus, to know and live in a place where I am dead set on the HIGHEST and the best choice before me. Business or eternal relevance? Desire to please or conviction to tell the truth? Want to enjoy pleasure or give a little breath of it to those with none? No time for the present? Or no time LIKE it? I have had at least 5 important conversations lately with others along my way who have encouraged and challenged my posture on these issues of my heart’s urgent desire for intimate impact and vital meaning in all my fleeting moments laid out…and of all my conversations nothing drove it home more, than time spent around two different family sets of 3 children. One set contains two rambunctious, darling, dreaming boys, and my precious first baby niece–and the other is two more rambunctious brilliant boys with another coming to make it a delightful three! I love talking about “trust always, then bleed if it burns you to do it…” “Live now, not later” “Just jump” (thanks for jumping with me my Jonathan, wow 65 feet rocks! Holli, get in gear for the parachutes!) and even “what if you just totally hide away Breez, like a mysterious romantic whisper…and hold it all in–how DARING is that?” Thanks right on Daddy…YET nothing–no nothing, stirs TRUTH for me the way these little lovers do, by just “being” who they really are. Breanna Noel, the “realer than real actress”, becomes a total fraud around this kind of beautiful blatancy! From a sideways look of suspicion (which also doubles for flirting) upon meeting a new strange adult, to the ease of sharing my lap with two or three piled together for inclusion’s sake–or to the whales of injustice when “Zay-MINE!!!” is released because, “belong” doesn’t mean anything yet to the younger…and ahh to the wonder at a baby, which is still fresh 3months later, with each supposed “gentle” caress and kiss which usually (if un-supervised) becomes an accidental cry fest of suffocation. But what love is more real than the kind that is so consuming…he has to touch her, and kiss her, and totally lay on her frame to proclaim to the world, “this thing that I have just seen causes me to feel so totally immersed with excitement that I just have to show her by laying myself out (literally) to express my awe and fascination!? ” Poor Ayanna bears the brunt of this love and may sometimes need protective intervention—but she knows, and she always will know, her brothers are passionate about her!! They see color, shape, beauty or life in any way remotely appealing— and all out bellows are released proclaiming their inner experience, “Plane!! boat!! SKY! Helio-cop-kter!! Blue, green, red!!! BABY!!!!” and if I have any sense I will cry out with them, “Yes!! Wondrous and totally LIVING child! Life IS beautiful, GOD is LOVE! and All of it is WORTH it all!!” and I would jump into deep black waters just to feel the wet, and find the prize. I would climb to the top to see if there’s a bottom on the other side. I would run and look around the corner when I hear the sound, the sound of something “other than”. I would be like this little child. I would join their ranks, and believe in more than what I see with my naked and tired eyes. I wouldn’t worry about tomorrow, I would just be checking the boundaries and limits on what I can do today! I wouldn’t look to see if my smile or my cry was accepted by the surrounding audience, I would simply smile and wail. Yes, wisdom. Yes, heart guard. Yes, modest discretion. Lord have mercy on this daughter where I lack it all! But oh for the depths and heights, oh for the FULL!!! I live for this. And I can’t wait to be a mom, bound to truth everyday, like it or not! (Song, Alyssa, Ariel, Emily, Amber, and all–you are so daunting beautiful daring–brave!!!) I DO wait patiently and happily (I have a few more things to do first…) but certainly NOT passively!! I drink deeply of the stuff that Elisa knew of, and Jesus created at that wedding in Cana, not the temporal wine of drunkenness, but Life by the spirit-to the full, that blows me wherever it pleases, and here I am found–yes bleeding, yes hurting, yes crying, but all for joy, ALL for the Joy set before me.

A few related Scriptures that I loosely reference above and yet meditate on…
Matt 26:6-13 Abandon
John 3;8 Breez of the spirit
Ps 147:18 Just a stirred up breez…
John 2 Water into wine
Philippians 2 What it looks like to live it…
Heb 2:14-20 price of freedom…
Matt 11:25 to little ones revealed…
Matt 18;1-9 more children…
Matt 25:31-45 Least of these
Matt 24:36-50 Maybe it IS my last day…
Hebrew 12:1-4 Joy set before him…

2/14/08

My wonderful community of the beloved!!

We are still in great need of physical healing with many dancers still recovering from major fevers and injuries. That is the main note of need!! No sooner did I send the last update then another sweep of illness ensued!

Last night as we were on our 3 hour drive to Brown County IN, I was thinking about all that I have acquired and cultivated over the past months in YWAM, and I think there are a couple of key things I would like to share.

Pain is gain, and It’s all about character and intimacy!!

Ministry is often so much more about building you, and breaking you not always “the others”, the unreached. We think we are heroes when we sign up for the church mission trip, or give a year of our lives to consecrate unto the Lord, and while the above may be noble, and bursting with good intensions maybe it’s just not nearly as heroic as we would think. When my flesh is stretched beyond the first few weeks of honeymoon excitement, and the blood of suffering begins to flow along with the sufferings of Christ Jesus, when I am out of new ideas for approach, and intimacy levels seem to be firmly set with all those who were such a mystery in the beginning, and the kids problems are still there, and still just as hopeless as every school stop—you see it’s here that real “ministry” begins. All my self-centered motives are exposed and o-so-short in their delivery. I find that here is where I am broken and the Lord experiences the fragrance which never could be bought, or found in the beginning of my advance into his character. Until I am at the end of me, He is not permitted to really move. If I am ministering from my shinning veneer of perfection of my own pretense, He is not glorified or pleased. Self-aggrandizement is the enemy of intimate experience in the knowledge of God and the treasures to be found with in dependency!

He is not interested in using my ability to “act” loving, gentle, and full of mercy, He wants me to dig deep into himself to access his beauty—his nature, and then truly produce these attitudes in my ministry, a product of my intimacy with Him alone. I find that so many among my generation’s elite Christian members are so desperately attracted to adventure (and rightfully so, who wants to be bored?) but so few yearn for sacrifice. What if it has to be both? Is that impossible and absurd? Not according to Paul, “I want to know Christ and…the fellowship of sharing in his suffering, becoming like him in his death…”Philippians 3:10 They run after the prize not expecting to pay any hard price. I am starting to see that true intimacy requires sacrifice, suffering, and pain. Jesus suffered daily on behalf of this shattered place we live in called sin and death. To be near him I cannot stay on the quiet surface, I must dive with him to the depths of the darkness and pain of even my own depravity and see it for what it is, I must run with him into the eye of the storm. Ministry is unto intimacy, work is unto intimacy, everything is…all for the Love and relationship with Jesus! And I also am finding out about the long haul. I know I am young, and I know very little of what it takes to make a marriage work in our day, but I’m fairly sure that I would be hard pressed to find a espoused team that is effective and powerful that hasn’t weathered some hard storms together. We need stormy weather to test our sails. We need the test. I still hate, and chafe at the harness of it, just like any untamed mare would early on in her training— yet I am thankful, yet I am aware—that the Lord is working in me through “this momentary light affliction an eternal weight of glory” 2 Corinthians 4:17that can not be taken or faded by the light of this fading world. I am wounded by this image in my spirit of waiting in the place of suffering—bleeding for me, is the man on the cross, full of joy at the thought of the chance—the coming moment when he can pursue my heart in his fire and flood of passion. “Our God is an all consuming fire”. Deut 4:24 “Who for the joy set before him, endured the cross, scorning it’s shame…” Hebrews 12:2 The pain in the midst of our giving is what contributes the value to our gift, makes it real, and “I will not give to the Lord that which costs me nothing.”1Chronicles 21:24 I think that after a two week missions trip you learn a lot about where you are spiritually, and some about where you need to go from there to achieve growth, but when you step out for months and years at a time, your heart must move into deep need for Jesus, or you’re running on a false motor that will eventually (most likely quickly) burn out. We must lose our way, fall apart, run out, and finally be born again, in Christ. “Chirst in me, Christ in me [through, around, inside, consuming]me, the HOPE of Glory!!” Col 1:27

I don’t think it is a total coincidence that I am contemplating these things on Valentine’s Day. How he longs to have my whole heart, and so slow I am to learn how to really give it! But I think that the more I give up and ask him for the small things, like the grace for the next moment, the next interaction with that somewhat tricky person to relate to, the next show that I have no strength to produce energy for, the more he is delighted to come and show me how he loves me, even deeper than I even knew was possible in my mighty revelations of his calling on my life. Paper thin are my old beliefs of his ability, they fall to the ground in awe of his next move! I love and am desolated by these discoveries, let me run with you Lord in the suffering and in the adventure that following you brings!!

In other news: Value your precious family!!! My mom Jacqueline and three siblings were in a major car accident last Friday with an 18 wheeler, the kids thought that my mom had died in the crash directly after the impact since she didn’t respond quickly, she finally came to, and wasn’t lucid because of a concussion. It was very traumatic for everyone involved, but by God’s amazing grace and sovereign intervention no one was permanently injured and they are all recovering well with bruises, a sprain, and 4 stitches among the minor repercussions. I am more aware than ever of my love for them, and longing to be with them!! My family holds my heart forever!! Praise the Lord for his power to save!! “Our God is a God who saves; from the sovereign Lord comes escapes from death.” Psalm 68:20

We only have about 10 days of being in the schools left to go, so praise the Lord and let Him be glorified among these last several schools who have not yet heard our message or been exposed to the Christian friendship we live with everyday. May we be worthy of the gospel of Jesus, walk in a way that is wise, and encouraging one another—win many to the Lord!

I love you all and I will try to get a chance to update once more before I head back to NY for debriefing. Blessings to you and Grace from the master!!!

Well, that was a bit of a long one, but I am simply fascinated by his goodness and can’t help but tell you of it!! It won’t be long till I can convey my joy to you in person!! March 12^th Here I come!

We have been living in community on the tour buss without killing anyone for the past 36 hours!!

Everyone seemed especially excited about getting to stop last night in Canton Ohio, for a much needed hot meal and bed to sleep in, compliments of Megan Wilson a past YWAM “PADTSer” who understands the ins and outs of tour very well! The host families were angels in disguise as usual, I myself getting a huge king size bed to sleep in, with the birthday girl of today, January 6th!!! Lizzy Marlow. She is exceptionally thrilled about getting the royal treatment on tour today, including first dibs on all bathroom stops, and Ajay Samuels has threatened to “carry her” wherever we go today! Right now she is fast asleep with her darling little froggy sleeping mask, and nostalgic Harry potter blanket. Happy 19th Birthday Lizzy, enjoy your prolonged bathroom visits!!!

We will arrive in Hartford City, Indiana at Wildwood Acres campground at approx-imately 1pm, owned by our extremely magnanimous bus driver Don and his wife Sharon Bole! For the past 2 years, we have been continually blown away by the servant heart of this man! We will get a wonderful rest there tonight in a communal room. (No worries the boys and girls are always carefully separated by their vigilant staff!! )

Yay!! Here I am with several of my favorite people (other missionaries in YWAM) in front of the Rockerfeller Center in NYC! The lights are lit, it’s time to celebrate everyone!!! I also got to see set within the beauty of Saint Patricks Cathedral a life size version of the nativity scene I grew up with in my beautifu home, I was moved to tears because I am so homesick for the wonder of christmas in the Northwest, and the nearness of my precious family, but seeing it in person was like a special pre-christmas gift from Jesus!! We also got to wittness the perposal to our school director Kelsey Smith (so talented and only 24 years old!), from her longtime sweetheart Johnny Koslowski!! He asked her on the ice next in front of the Rockerfeller center, after he prearanged having the ice cleared and their special song played (crashing cars, by snow patrol) the whole Mission center got to be there and throw roses on the ice to surprise the bride to be!

Congratulations, what an effective couple they’ll be!