The Wedding Planner… that’s me.
My baby sister is getting married and I have the great honor of being her wedding planner. I am so thrilled. It’s a privilege to help her put together a beautiful wedding.
My boys are very excited about their soon-to-be new Uncle Alex.
They are such a sweet couple and he has been such a great guy for Kimber. We are thrilled.
Gabey is very excited because he is going to be the ring bearer. He said, “It would be such a privilege!”
Matthew yelled out the window at his Auntie Kimber that “I wouldn’t miss it for anything”, referring to her wedding. He says he will wear a tuxedo.
Gabey wants to wear a bow tie and a yellow flower.
Christian disagreed, he thinks bow ties are all clip-on ties, and clip on ties are not as “high quality”. He says he will be wearing a “high quality” tie.
It’s fun to see them excited. It’s fun to have a wedding in the family.
We’ve been out dress shopping already. SO MUCH FUN! We found one dress that is a definite contender. Another appointment is set and many beautiful dresses are still to be tried on. This is just the most fun thing… and possibly the only opportunity I will ever have, as a mother of 4 boys, to be so involved in wedding plans. It’s good for my heart.
My little sister wanted to try on my wedding dress. Be still my heart.
Yesterday we met at Mom’s house and I brought that big box it has been safely preserved in for so long, and we unwrapped that big, beautiful dress from many layers of tissue paper.
It was like unfolding an old friend, it was remembering my own dream, and it was so beautiful. It was so much more beautiful than I remembered.
It’s still the perfect dress for me.
She looked so pretty in my old dress, but it wasn’t the right dress for her. The other dress we found was far better suited for her wedding. But, for a short bit of time my beautiful dress had life again.
I don’t have a daughter who will ever wrap herself in those layers of gorgeous satin, who will walk with that beautiful train trailing behind her, or who will wear those gorgeous hand beaded gloves I had forgotten all about. But, for a few minutes it was nice to remember and see it all again.
We packed it away as carefully as we could and I sent Steve a text message with the picture of the back of my dress.
I unpacked it today.
It’s probably the saddest I’ve ever been about gaining weight.
I wish it fit and I could wear it one more time.
And tears fell. I lived love and hope and so much joy in that dress.
You are the most beautiful bride I ever saw.
And it’s sweet to know that for him that’s true.
Someday Kimberly will have the dress of her dreams. It will live love and hope and joy too. It will have a dirt stained hem and possibly a stain or two. It will be preserved and maybe one day she will pull it out for her daughter to try on and tears will fall fresh.
In the meantime, it’s my great pleasure to help her realize her dream and to walk along side of her every step of the way.