As my time passes as a mother, I keep sending out paper boats. More and more of them. Graduation from high school. Internships. College. And college again. One relatively close and another across an ocean. A mission to a foreign land. Service trips.
It is difficult for me to send them out. It is painful as I try to loosen those heart strings I have wrapped so solidly around them. And with each paper boat I send out to sea I wonder: will it stay afloat? Have Dave and I reinforced it well enough? Does it have the inner strength to hold up against the ripples that will come?
Perhaps sending off a child into marriage is the biggest paper boat we’ve had send off.
And it happened on December 20th.
My head was swirling with logistics and details, my eyes were swirling with tears and flip-flopping emotions, and my heart was swirling with gratitude. It was a day that I’m still, almost a month later, trying to grapple with my emotions about.
So in some ways I like that it’s taken me so long to download pictures from all the festivities. Sometimes the further away you get from something the more put-together it looks. Ha!
I hesitate to post these before I get the professional ones back but the photographer said that could take six weeks (yow!). So we’re starting with a myriad of pictures my sister took mixed in with some that my family airdropped me from their phones.
Here we go.
I have so many out-take pictures of Max and Abby’s wedding, but I think this one is my favorite:
They were a little bit late.
It had been a morning like none other…Dave and I woke up and had a good little fight induced by all the stress in the air . There were a few hangers in the works that gave our breakfast plans with Abby’s family a little curve ball. There were nine girls/women trying to get ready in my bathroom at the same time. There was an accidental iron-a-hole-right-through-the-front-of-a-bridesmaid-dress incident. But through all of that those two were smiling and running into that temple to get married forever and ever.
And I just love the symbolism of all that.
Here is a little part of how the “prep work” went:
It was her birthday…how nice is that that she came to help out on her own big day?
Max and Abby, although late, made it, and of course everything worked out just fine. Because they were the guests of honor of course. And since I don’t have pictures from the actual ceremony, I’ll paint a little picture with words:
There was something in that room, perhaps my hovering, helping angels, (talked about my thoughts on angels back HERE) that just patted me gently on the shoulders, smoothed my racing heart, wrapped me up in love and peace and gratitude and deep astonishment. I was surrounded by so many people I love so much. My son was getting married. To a girl he is head-over-heels in love with. Who makes him shine like I’ve never seen before. And they get to be married for eternity, to work out their differences through the good times and the bad, to build each other, to learn from each other, to grow together forever. They both have a strong love of Christ in their hearts. It’s planted there solidly. And I think that’s the key that will get them through all kinds of things. Highs and lows. Beauty and sorrow. And there’s something inside me that tells me they are a good match for that.
My favorite part of the ceremony was Abby’s “YES!” and watching Max beaming across at her. I love them.
Following the ceremony we went out to hang out with everyone and wait for them to come out.
Anxiously awaiting Max and Abby’s appearance.
The dads got to open the doors for them to come out…gotta love Dave’s pose:)
…and there they were: the new Mr. and Mrs.
(I love how you can see Lucy trying to capture the moment on her little iPod from the right corner. Sweetness.)
We were all pretty excited.
Here’s Dave’s family who were there:
I shouldn’t post this until we get the “real” pictures, but here’s at least a glimpse of how the wedding party looked:
My brothers & sisters:
…and more sisters:
Some more of Abby’s family:
The two of us releasing our paper boat out to sea.
It’s difficult on a mama’s heart to send those paper boats out on the water.
But it helps that mama-heart when that companion “paper boat” looks at the one you’re sending out like this:
Aw I love those two.
To be continued….