White Lace And Promises

 It’s hard to know where to start, really. The wedding day dawned, the sun shone---both the elk and the rain stayed away...everything was beautiful; perfect, for all the imperfections that in the end, mattered not at all.

My oldest child married his Beloved in our backyard, on a perfect July day, under the arbor that my husband Shane had built for me. Surrounded by friends and family, rings and promises where exchanged, people laughed and danced and celebrated our joy with us.

Shane's Arbor, Flowers by Philip Rotter

And on that day of love and laughter and happily ever after, my heart was not broken in two—I did not feel Shane’s absence, but rather his presence. To be able to have Jordan & Elise’s wedding in the backyard, exactly where Shane and Elise had talked about “maybe, someday, this would be a great spot for a wedding” years before—before Jordan and Elise were even “Facebook Official” as a couple---having the wedding at home was the perfect choice.

 It takes a village, the saying goes, to raise a child. It may also take a village to marry one off. We had our village surrounding us, lifting us up, helping hands and helping hearts.

It was a beautiful day, in every way imaginable. A day of promises made, and promises kept. 

I love you Shane, thank you. We kept the promise.