How fitting it was that my son’s wedding was on a fall day enveloped in crisp air and kissed by a slanting golden light that bathed everything in softness. It was a perfect day. The day, the time, and the moment.
It was perfect in how it played out. The musicians were practiced, the soloists adept, even the mothers, I and Paula, my motherly colleague, played our roles well. But it was the little things that made it most perfect to me. The bride glowed, the minister knew them and connected, with them and with the congregation. My mother had a flower and a special escort. The chocolate favors melted on my tongue and made me smile. The groom was gallant.
And so now I think back. It is hard to remember a wedding verbatim, especially if it is the wedding of someone dear. But I remember the feelings: pride, joy, serenity. And those feelings will be always with me.
In tribute to mothers, and families and brides and grooms, I’d like to open the blog for the next few weeks. Share what you loved most about a special wedding. I’m eager to hear your thoughts! MH