When a mother is at "final approach" of the marriage of her final daughter she really has thoughts that burst forth; fireworks practically, in an attempt to capture a few of these I write......
I still remember her sweet and surprising birth, November 1988, and then a few months later the blessing day of Cecily.
Such Joy! I was as nervous as a bride. A true and trusted friend, Valerie, had crafted her dress for me of white linen with inserts of battenberg lace. That morning I woke up and couldn't take a deep breath, was stricken with a terrible case of reflux or gurd like I'd never before or since had.
Our house would be full this day. We would have visitors and guests to participate.
My sister Cindy had ridden, kneeling all the way, from California with a bruised tailbone. She helped assist me dressing Cecily, and calmed me with her pleasant nature. All the family helped to make it a great day and magical memory.
It has been 24 Years and we have come full circle another celebration and ordination.
Cindy can only be reached by telephoning. Everyone has full and crowded lives.
This time, 2013, and again I was so elated, yet the anticipation of celebration and ordinance made me crumble, without strength. I needed much support and assist, my social nature and panic under pressure practically put me under.
But Cecily and Spencer deserved better....
AND So the miracles began to appear!
Ever gracious Teri came and completed my half brain. She talked and walked with me. She loved and went with me, truly lifting my hands from hanging down. Laughing and loving and working at understanding my vision for the celebration.
Fabulous friends Donna and Tiffani, stemming the tide and filling in ways we did not begin to anticipate!! Thinking on their feet and filling in the gaps and making everything O.K.
Old and treasured friends, Patti and Bill just putting aside their evening to serve and do and help and work. And work.
Then there was dear and sustaining Shirley, laughing and washing and helping and visiting and giving her all.
Family to the rescue at moments inspired, and lastly positive Pam, still there helping when all else were worn to capacity, loved and stayed.
At crunch time, along came Jennifer, the fabulous Mother of the Groom, to lovingly assist, calm and support us in dressing and comforting the Bride's and my rough edges, right up to her eyelashes and earrings. It has been a sacred experience. One I won't soon forget!
"I will be with you" truly was made manifest in all the love we were given from the inspired friends that had the time and hours to lend and lift me in those hours of weak knees.
Love is something that grows and multiplies as it is shared. It was a 'growing' time for me and we are Grateful beyond measure for all, and our cup runneth o'r.
Christmas 2016
9 years ago
