My Daughter’s Wedding Day

My daughter’s wedding was last Thursday. The hype, the planning, the details engulfed my life and now it is gone. The out of town guests are home, the flowers are fading, and the cake is crumbling. It did indeed turn out to be the most beautiful wedding I have ever been to. Perhaps it was the perfect day, the beautiful garden or perhaps the quiet lily pond on the edge of the fanfare. But I suspect it had more to do with the girl walking down the path to the altar. I am so proud of the way she handled this big affair. She walked with poise and grace. She greeted guests and thanked the servers. She smiled until I didn’t think she could smile any more. She gazed into her grooms eyes with the expectation of all of their dreams and she reveled in his presence. She settled momentarily to the sound of the piano as it played in the background, caught her breath, ate some food, and she was off again. To cut the cake, smile for the camera, and dance. She settled into her Daddy’s arms as the music began, the sway of the dance reminded me of the lullabies and rocking chairs of days gone by. The gentle sway and coo of the music entranced them both in the moment.  The music got loud and the dancing began as every person in the tent started moving. T he final dance was announced and the bride and groom left the tent with the fanfare of a grand exit. The guests bid their farewells’. The flowers settled into their beds around the tent, the lily pond rippled, and everything returned to that wonderful state of normal with but a memory of a moment. A memory I will cherish forever.

My daughter’s wedding was last Thursday. The hype, the planning, the details engulfed my life and now it is gone. The out of town guests are home, the flowers are fading, and the cake is crumbling. It did indeed turn out to be the most beautiful wedding I have ever been to. Perhaps it was the perfect day, the beautiful garden or perhaps the quiet lily pond on the edge of the fanfare. But I suspect it had more to do with the girl walking down the path to the altar. I am so proud of the way she handled this big affair. She walked with poise and grace. She greeted guests and thanked the servers. She smiled until I didn’t think she could smile any more. She gazed into her grooms eyes with the expectation of all of their dreams and she reveled in his presence. She settled momentarily to the sound of the piano as it played in the background, caught her breath, ate some food, and she was off again. To cut the cake, smile for the camera, and dance. She settled into her Daddy’s arms as the music began, the sway of the dance reminded me of the lullabies and rocking chairs of days gone by. The gentle sway and coo of the music entranced them both in the moment.  The music got loud and the dancing began as every person in the tent started moving. T he final dance was announced and the bride and groom left the tent with the fanfare of a grand exit. The guests bid their farewells’. The flowers settled into their beds around the tent, the lily pond rippled, and everything returned to that wonderful state of normal with but a memory of a moment. A memory I will cherish forever.

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