It’s almost “go time” people. T-minus 10 days until the BIG DAY! My daughter becomes someone’s bride and my family officially grows by 1 more. Even though, if I’m being honest, Alex’s person has been a part of “us” for a while now, and because he loves her so well, he is loved.
So what’s going on? … a lot. it’s a flurry of activity. We have people flying in and driving in, next week. We have rehearsal and setting up to do, there’s coordinating a bunch of moving parts for the day of, and I cannot look like straight-up butt-cheeks. My daughter chose my dress, as I am simply still struggling to pull it together. BUT… I will, for her. 100%.
All of that, however, pales in comparison to what is really happening 10 days from now. My beautiful first born little girl is entering into a covenant with God and her groom. She’s 100% starting her own family, and my family tree, expands in the most beautiful way imaginable.
Sure, there’s a lot going on, but my mind is drawn back to simply pray for this new family. That they be grounded in HIM who is the creator of all good things. That they together seek God, in everything they set out to do.
Next week, regardless of the busyness, it will be filled with laughter, and many “oops”, and music, and food, and love…. above all, love. My husband used to say that when my family was together it was “intoxicating” …. he always had a way with words. He was so looking forward to seeing as he said, “his daughter” walk down the aisle. He would’ve been a blubbering mess, but he would’ve been so proud. I will be laughing and enjoying the experience of being a mother of the bride, I will also cry because the one person whose hand I’d want to hold isn’t with me. But… overall, this momentous occasion is a time for celebrating and the crying of happy tears, because my daughter found her person.
I know what that feels like, and I am so thrilled for her.
10 more days… and I’ll be the mother of the bride… sad and happy all at the same time.
L’Chaim!