It was a year of planning and preparing. A year of saving and spending. A few days of intense hard work. A few hours of watching the event unfold and realizing that it was all worth it.
The bride was beautiful, even if she was my daughter. Our son-in-law was an extremely handsome groom. How could a wedding not be perfectly beautiful when held in a church designed by Christopher Wren, with a stringed quartet and a pipe organ?
Although I was exhausted by the time Saturday finally arrived, I enjoyed watching my child walk down the aisle and marry her best friend. My husband was a perfect proud father and was a little melancholy at the point of giving his daughter away, but, he managed the job well. The reception was perfect and went without any type of glitch.
The worst part of the day was my shoes. They were beautiful, but, painful. I was a barefoot mother-of-the-bride for most of the wedding reception. I don’t think my feet will ever be the same!
The couple are off to Jamaica now for a well deserved honeymoon. We’re returning tuxedos and cleaning up all of the rental items, sorting the wedding paraphernalia and readying ourselves to return to work next week.
Life will now, hopefully, return to normal. I’m happy!