For months, my daughters and I planned, created, problem solved and dreamed of the perfect day when my oldest would join hands with the one that makes her heart sing and recite the vows that would bind them together for the biggest adventure of all, making a life together as husband and wife.
The day before, we gathered with a few friends and family to set up tables and decorate. We worried about the weather as it had grown a little chilly for an outdoor ceremony. We worried if the lighting would be sufficient for dancing and if we’d planned food and drink properly. Would the signs we put up be enough to lead the guests over the winding roads to the ceremony site which was tucked into a far corner of the park?
After we had done everything we could that day, we left for a fantastic rehearsal dinner at the home of the groom’s parents. We count ourselves fortunate to bring our two families together and to share the love we have for this couple.
The wedding party was all in attendance, along with my oldest son who had hitched a ride home from college with one of the groomsmen. We did a dry run through the ceremony and enjoyed a delightful dinner under the stars around a campfire. I watched my daughter and her future husband relax and laugh with this group of friends and family that mean so much to them. I can’t even describe the feeling of contentment I felt being among this group.
|My oldest son at the wedding|
My daughter spent her last night as a single woman at home with us. My son and daughter helped make sandwiches for the wedding party to eat during the long day ahead. I watched the two of them talk and laugh throughout the chore. The college freshman and his older sister. At some future point when they reminisce about the wedding, they may not specifically remember this time they spent together, but I will never forget it.
Wedding day with all of its frantic last-minute details flew by with the blink of an eye. My husband, who says he didn’t do much, did what he does best. Not only did he lovingly build an arbor for the ceremony and the wood slice cake tier we asked for, he was our rock, our solid ground. He saw to the details that were beyond the rest of us. As he brushes those contributions aside, I know, and my daughter knows, what a truly remarkable man he is. I love him so much.
|My daughter, Maid of Honor|
It was a little chilly during the ceremony, but I forgot all about it when I walked down the aisle with my two sons on either side. I watched the others who followed, pair by pair. My other daughter, the maid of honor extraordinaire, never looked more beautiful and happy as she took the walk just before her sister. I was so proud of the part she played and the work she had done to make this day so special for her sister. It was another moment I will never forget.
|My Husband and Daughter|
The music changed and my husband escorted my daughter down the aisle. She was radiant. He was sturdy. I turned to look at the groom as he watched his bride approach and my heart swelled. I turned again and watched the final steps my daughter took, her eyes bright, face flushed, and a huge smile on her face. How many moments can a person hang onto forever? I never want to forget my daughter on my husband’s arm seeing her future standing before her, waiting for her . . .
The ceremony was beautifully simple, yet unique. To demonstrate their union, the couple decided to do a little science experiment (so like them), where they poured clear chemicals together that when joined changed colors.
Then, before family and friends, standing hand in hand, the couple recited the vows they wrote to each other with such feeling and emotion. It was beautiful to witness and I selfishly stored more memories.
|Maid of Honor Toast|
|Wood slice cake tier|
The reception had all the typical trappings. Toasts, first dance, parents dance, cake cutting and lots of dancing, followed by a bonfire later in the evening. It was wonderful to see family and visit with my daughters friends that I hadn’t seen in years.
|My daughter and oldest Son|
|My daughter and two of the Brides friends from high school|
|My sons and daughter in the photo booth|
|My daughters in the photo booth|
|My Husband and I getting silly in the photo booth|
When it was over and the last of the guests headed home, my daughter came to me with happy tears in her eyes. I hugged her tight and squeezed in one more memory. Their day was perfect and just like she dreamed it would be. As the mother of the bride, I couldn’t ask for any more than her happiness at that moment.