I’d chronicle the wedding from rehearsal to sparkly exit if I could.
Still, I’d miss special details, deficient in my description.
If I could, I’d have thought to sit and record its sequence.
The room where we dressed together, laughed together, cried, smiled and circled together in prayer.
A ceremony with sunlit windows, guitar strumming, low voices.
Softly falling, sharp sounds of her heels touching the polished floor as she walked towards her love.
And he, jaw clinched, eyes shut spontaneously as if to look,
Then look again.
She joined him there.
The words to their song subtle buffered softly…
“Sweet love of mine, I have surrendered to your design.”
And his eyes never left hers.
Nor hers, his.
He spoke softly, assuredly to her only as the preacher paused and we all said as he suggested, “love”.
Then, they smiled.
They kissed twice…then once more, her idea.
And we all danced in the pretty lights, delicate white flowers, layers of lush green filled the room.
We were silly, were happy. I danced without knowing the dances, holding hands with the bridesmaids.
And danced the last song of the night, for a minute or two with my daughter, Heather Analise, to “You are my Sunshine”, our song.
My sunshine and I.
Until I paused, noticed him close by, her husband and I placed her hand in his to finish our dance.
I’d love to say more; but, words are not sufficient.
I prayed for light hearts and memorable moments.
And happy, I prayed for happy.
Prayers were answered and God was there…as always in the details.