Our fifth in about the last eight weekends.
I loved it.
Red putting on his “suit” again. He loves to wear it.
I told him we had another wedding today. He said, “Oh no. Well, I’ll take a nap, and then…cake!”
He’s got it down to a science, asleep today before the bride even entered the room, right in my lap…just where I like him.
Goldilocks, choosing her dress with a friend, fixing her own hair this time.
Boy Wonder…asking what the throwing of the garter was about, and joining in this time.
They have delighted each time in the celebration. I hope they “get it”. I hope they realize, in all these weddings that Jesus is so central, center, focal.
I loved the braiding of the three strands around the cross, the joining of the two sets of parents on the stage in blessing and unity and love. So special and unique. I imagined how many times this bride had braided her sisters hair. She was expert, hardly even having to pay attention.
Such a lovely bride, too. At one point early during the reception, she was greeting out of town friends, and one of the girl’s strand of pearls broke. Several women began scampering to the floor for the beads…which was common. What was uncommon was that the bride beat them all to the floor, there in her white dress, searching the floor with all the rest, looking like it was her place when it SO was not. That is her heart. If there is a need, she is there, even in her white dress. Caring. Stooping. Helping. Focused on the other. Hair falling down her face, gently pushing it back out of the way for the task at hand.
What a beautiful picture of how we should bhave in OUR white robes…not set aside to stay clean, but made clean to serve.
Another favorite memory of this wedding was the huge jars of candy on a table in the back of the room, and little bags at each table for filling them to the full.
I had already commented early in the wedding itself that you could tell the family loved and embraced children with as many as were at the wedding, as well as IN the wedding–cute as they were, in all their imperfection and spontaneity.
You can just tell where children are welcome, and it was just a very special thing–I got such a kick out of seeing their eyes pop wide open with their bags.
Who thinks of children at weddings?
Just another thing Christ would have thought to do for kids who’ve done GREAT with the whole wedding thing all summer…all the waiting and lines and “quiet” and dress up and uncomfortable shoes. I wish all our summer couples a beautiful start. It’s awesome to see such solid families backing them. I know my family meant so much to me in those early years when things were hard. They always knew just the thing to give us that little touch of encouragement, love, and support…and when not to do.
I agree with my 90-some-odd- year-old mentor this week: there is nothing more valuable than family our whole lives through.
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