Here comes the bride. Lately, I find myself feeling so sad when I “do” weddings. ( I have a little “business” doing cakes and flowers for weddings.) I LOVE it. It really is one of the greatest times in a persons life to be involved in. So why are you sad silly? (More on why I love it, later.) I feel sad because I am seeing this very intimate scenario up close and personal. I hear the moms reminisce of their own weddings, and talk of what their daughter has always wanted. I hear the girls oogle over their grooms and talk about how cute they’ll look in their tuxes. I see moms pinning up their daughters hair, and sisters holding elaborate wedding dress trains. I hear the excitement in the voice of the bride, and the sorrow in the mothers.
At a recent reception I asked the dad, “are you ready?” He said “We woke up early this morning and went for a walk, just Em and I. After returning home, I gave her a father’s blessing. And I just lost it, I cried like a baby.” To think of that last time with your daughter, as yours. The excitement that surrounds weddings is contagious, but I keep seeing the other side. I quit going to wedding receptions a while ago. I don’t like seeing the plastered smiles and their bridal party pooped. I like seeing the beauty and joy that culminates as the day approaches. I like seeing these sweet moments shared with their loved ones. I love to see sisters snuggling and picking out clothes, and grandmas and aunts hovering around the food table, making it “just right.” I love to see the groom with his glazed over eyes, not knowing what to do next. (just smile and nod, honey) And the dads slapping other men on the back as final touches are made in the reception hall.
I feel sad because I see my one sweet daughter in each of these events. I see her milky white skin, soft rosy cheeks, bright blue eyes and her strawberry red hair – all grown up. I love being married and I wouldn’t change it for the world. But I only have one bride of my own, and I will be forever sad to see her grow up and get married. I know that this must be, and I know in my heart it is best. But for now, I think of her crazy hair, pink pajamas, stinky pink blanket named “bewbow” and her saying, “Mom, can you skuggle with me?” Of course I can skuggle, Roo. I always will.
Here comes the bride. Lately, I find myself feeling so sad when I “do” weddings. ( I have a little “business” doing cakes and flowers for weddings.) I LOVE it. It really is one of the greatest times in a persons life to be involved in. So why are you sad silly? (More on why I love it, later.) I feel sad because I am seeing this very intimate scenario up close and personal. I hear the moms reminisce of their own weddings, and talk of what their daughter has always wanted. I hear the girls oogle over their grooms and talk about how cute they’ll look in their tuxes. I see moms pinning up their daughters hair, and sisters holding elaborate wedding dress trains. I hear the excitement in the voice of the bride, and the sorrow in the mothers.
At a recent reception I asked the dad, “are you ready?” He said “We woke up early this morning and went for a walk, just Em and I. After returning home, I gave her a father’s blessing. And I just lost it, I cried like a baby.” To think of that last time with your daughter, as yours. The excitement that surrounds weddings is contagious, but I keep seeing the other side. I quit going to wedding receptions a while ago. I don’t like seeing the plastered smiles and their bridal party pooped. I like seeing the beauty and joy that culminates as the day approaches. I like seeing these sweet moments shared with their loved ones. I love to see sisters snuggling and picking out clothes, and grandmas and aunts hovering around the food table, making it “just right.” I love to see the groom with his glazed over eyes, not knowing what to do next. (just smile and nod, honey) And the dads slapping other men on the back as final touches are made in the reception hall.
I feel sad because I see my one sweet daughter in each of these events. I see her milky white skin, soft rosy cheeks, bright blue eyes and her strawberry red hair – all grown up. I love being married and I wouldn’t change it for the world. But I only have one bride of my own, and I will be forever sad to see her grow up and get married. I know that this must be, and I know in my heart it is best. But for now, I think of her crazy hair, pink pajamas, stinky pink blanket named “bewbow” and her saying, “Mom, can you skuggle with me?” Of course I can skuggle, Roo. I always will.
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I love these pictures, did you take them? I want one with the flowers by my feet with my dress pulled up a bit and how cute is that with all the pictures tied to a line around the perimeter! I LOVE the cake, remind me of all this cute stuff when I get to do it 3 times, yeah, someday. I'm sure it will come a lot sooner than I want.
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