Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wedding Installment #4 - The Event - September 13, 2008
I am sure that you are wondering why I am drawing the festivities out in several blogs.... I don't know. Now moving on to the actual event. Shane had a large limo pick up all the bridesmaids, Stan and I, and of course the Bride at the hotel. We had two photographers, one with us and one following the groomsmen and groom. They took pictures of everything and I am sure of my big butt trying to get into a limo. You have to kind of squat-walk down the aisle of this stretch limo to get to the front. I thank heavens was seated in the back near the door. I just sort of fell into my seat and bounced a little because of my Spanx. The arrival at the church was lovely, no rain and a nice breeze. The prayers were answered. The bridal party was ushered into a waiting room prior to the ceremony and people would come into see the girls and to see Becky. They were a vision. Becky was magical looking. I don't know why I stuck a picture of Becky in my purse that was taken when she was three. Lord knows it was one of the dumbest things I have done because every time I opened my purse I would tear up. Adding to that, I just had to show the picture to everyone. My son Joshua looking handsome in his tux escorted me down the aisle to the wrong seat. We were sitting one row behind where we were supposed to be. Thelma didn't want to move and my daughter's future in-laws were motioning us forward so I just got up and went forward. The closer the better. Becky's concern was that people would be staring at her. She expressed this more than once and I reassured her that when she and her daddy started down the aisle that all eyes would be on her daddy because he would be crying. It really touched me to see Stan. This has to be the most special moment in most dad's lives next to watching the birth. Giving their baby girl away. Stan, bless his heart cried all the way down the aisle. The ceremony was lovely, Becky is not Catholic so they didn't have a mass but the priest did deliver a lovely message. I expected to feel differently but inside I was still the mom and she is still my baby even though she is going by a different last name.