My oldest daughter got married a week ago. I don't think it has really registered, that I have a married daughter yet.
What a special, but crazy time the last couple of weeks have been! We've had family and friends fly in and step right up to the plate in helping us put on the wedding.
It truly takes a village - and we were so thankful for ours!
My daughter's youth pastor from when we lived in Idaho, drove in to perform the ceremony.
Her nephew carried her late-great-grandfather's Bible, instead of a ringbearer pillow.
A deer snorted in the nearby bushes as if he was praying with all of us during prayer time.
The mother-of-the-bride (me) and the bridesmaids all held hands and prayed right before the ceremony...as unknowingly to one another.... the fathers and groomsmen did the same in their dressing room.
Special moments. Special memories.
And so much love!!!
Was every moment perfect? No. It wasn't as dark as we had hoped it would be, so some of the lights didn't show up, and we ran out of some food (which I hope meant that it was yummy!) But - as I tell my daughter, it was "imperfectly perfect." It was THEIR day. They defied the odds of maintaining a long-distance relationship, and he made it through months and months of the immigration process, to come to America from England.
They have an open future ahead of them.
So, I have been very busy the last few months as we've prepared for this big day. Very, VERY busy the last few weeks! But there is no better way I would rather have spent my time, than with my precious daughter. With my loved ones. Laughing. Loving. Embracing hope for a new future in the next generation of our family.
It was all such a beautiful gift.