Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Day After

It was her wedding day.

The prior week was spent in finding tables and making tablecloths and who was in charge of the flowergirl basket and had anyone made arrangements to pick up TheInvestment?

She was serene the entire time.

I have been torn on this matter, wishing she'd wait, wishing she'd finish school before she married... wishing she'd realise how much she has in life ahead of her.

She is serene in her choice in life.

She never broke into a sweat or the nerves or came anywhere near a Bridezilla attack. She had her lists and her close circle of friends, two who drove out from Colorado to be part of this day. Her siblings, save the Jarhead, showed up and pitched in. Her dad and I watched in amazement at our baby, who was in complete eagerness to become a wife. She was glad to see all of us, was her usual dry witted self, but, her focus was elsewhere... you could sense this feeling she wasn't complete until he was in sight.

I have had my issues with this marriage, for a number of reasons. I have to put them to rest, because my child, my HRH, adores this man. Not blind adoration, she is aware of faults and deals with them accordingly. She simply needs and wants and desires him in her life. They trust and believe in each other.

We gathered in the area to lace her into her dress... purchased on eBay, for a pittance. It was classic in design, perfectly fitted...she floated. She'd chosen sterling silver roses among the white... knowing those were the ones her dad gave to me the day she was born. Sweetpeas, her dad's nickname for her, were also contained in the bouquet she held. Her something old was the pearl bracelet I'd been given, and a ring from my jewelry box. Aside from that and the pearls on her neck, her only accessories was her obvious happiness.

The wedding was beautiful, with the bridesmaids in different variations of a dress, all in a shade of lilac. A version of the wedding march started, we all swiveled in our seats... and there she was, at the top of the stairs in this bowl of a green pasture, surrounded by trees. She simply stepped out, paused, and started down...and you were riveted by her composure, her smile, the anticipation that radiated from her.

Her dad met her, and you could see them talking... her eyes flickered between him and her husband to be, waiting for her... he couldn't take his eyes off of her.. no one could. Her dad later told me he avoided looking at me, he knew he'd cry then, seeing me cry.

They walked up the aisle, and paused for me to join them. J and I had our hands over each other around her waist in the back. We stopped, I lifted her veil, and whispered, "I love you, a bushel and a peck.." and she smiled... "I love you, Mom". Her dad choked out the words, "I love you." We both answered, "We do" when asked who gave her in marriage... and, then, it was done. She was no longer our little girl.

The look of joy on her face... every bride should wear that.

The reception was a good time. My friends were there, the Sisterwife was her usual hoot of a self. There was a dance floor, wonderful food, a cake that stunned me. We watched her dance with her brother, the one people used to ask me if they were twins... as you can see, now, even with her heels on, the height difference was amusing to watch.

  • Her with her dress in her hands, bridesmaids surrounding her, laughing in delight as she stomped away to Cotton Eyed Joe.
  • I spent 30 minutes just talking to my ex. Something we've needed to do, closure of some old wounds, opening of new doors, perhaps.
  • The sense all will be okay.

I had three days of playing grandma or whatever I am supposed to be called... I held my children close..... there are things that happened I have to deal with next week, that may change what I do in regards to returning...

But, for now... my little one is a married lady, and a very happy one at that. This is a good thing.

Everyone is gone but TheInvestment. I've got to find a way to get him to Las Vegas on Monday... for now, he's visiting folk and I'm resting and accepting another part of my life has changed.

Life is funny like that.


bob clay said...

Row row row the boat, gently down the stream.

Merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.

...... Bloody good dream though.

Prince Gomolvilas said...

Weddings make me wanna puke.

But this one seemed nice and not puke-worthy. Congratulations.

Quin said...

bob~i'll send you some cake

prince~it was...tough. and, thanks.

golfwidow said...

Rawtha thought we'd get to see the greenlike dress, even if you blurred your face off of it. Did no one take a picture of you?

Quin said...

nope, they didn't.

Andrea St. Clair said...

Very poetic - it sounds like it was a beautiful day. Congratulations, my dear Quin. :)

Oob said...

I *always* tear up at weddings. Hate this fact, but it's true. Harrrumph. Sounds like your little girl is happy, therefore I am happy for you. Hugs.

Amber said...

This entry made me cry... and I don't really know the reason why.

I hate it when sentences rhyme like that - it sounds like some corny poetry. I swear it was an accident.


So, it's done. You all did your parts... I'm happy for you, in a weird sort of way.

I wish you weren't so mysterious on your blog sometimes. I hope everything is okay...

I sent you a text message asking how you were doing; get too impatient in between updates, haha.

Okay, well... I really do hope everything is good. Congratulations on getting your daughter successfully married!

Hugs and happy thoughts being sent your way!

Quin said...

asc,oob~thanks for you kind words. it was a day to remember.

amber~i just found your text and will write to fill you in.

Corey's Mom said...

Your descriptions,as always, were perfectly vivid. You moved me to tears.

The Cajun Boy said...

i abhor weddings as well, but this one does sound special through your eyes. best of luk to the happy couple.

and slip the bride my number...

LisaBinDaCity said...

What a beautiful bride! And a lovely story...

You're a good Mama!

Quin said...

cb~todd's already given me that same request. let me tell you both, she doesn't cook and believes in housekeepers.

lisa~thanks.. i needed that.

Amanda said...

I never fail to be amazed/moved/entertained by you and the way your words always bloody get me. I can't believe that Cait is someone's wife (and someone else's daughter in

She looked stunning and I'm now thinking, please dont let it be Lu's turn just yet, lol, its hard enough waving her off to Uni, without handing her over to some bloke (however nice this one might be)


Quin said...

a~i wish you'd been here. christmas, maybe?