My daughter is getting married in the fall. Lace is pretty. Satin is divine. Flowers, music, food, and a venue to hold it all as guests mingle and toast and dance. Goals and lists, expectations versus desires. Love is the glue that creates this collage of moments, and I’m the mom-of-the-bride witnessing it all.
Some moms are extremely involved with the wedding planning either by choice, invitation, or demand. I’d like to think I’m somewhere on the “want to be involved, but only as much as my daughter and her fiancé want me involved†spectrum. So far, they haven’t asked for much help.
My daughter is lovingly described as a binder-girl. She borders on giddy when tasked to create spreadsheets. Her fiancé is a thoughtful creative. Between them good things happen, and mountains move. In addition, both have decided they want the nuptials to be about their union (What? That’s crazy talk!) and not about the status of spending excessive amounts of money to appease the Jones’s. I’m proud of them for getting the priority right.
The wedding will be small and intimate. The setting? A friend’s lovely garden with a backup tent incase of inclement weather. There will be a place for dancing in the yard, but a place to throw a game of horseshoes as well.
I asked my daughter if she intended to change out of her wedding dress to participate in yard games.
“No, why do you ask?†she said. That’s my girl, and the best part of my day.
P.S. Any suggestions for a beautiful wedding dress that can do double-duty as “user-friendly†will be welcomed! For that matter, so will any thoughts on mother-of-the- bride dresses.
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