Thursday, September 25, 2014
Close to Nowhere
Here comes thr bride
Family lines are so funny. In my mind, my great-niece was married Saturday, in a picture perfect wedding at her mom’s, my niece’s, home.
Except, Miranda is not exactly my great-niece. Laura, her mom, is not my niece. But they should be!
Laura’s mom Carolyn was actually Pop’s first cousin. After Pop and I married, Carolyn and I became very good friends. Better than friends really. She and I were as close as sisters. She passed away about 10 years ago now.
Laura and Dana, my daughter, grew up together. We took them shopping as babies (not so much after they learned to say “I want that!”). We took them to the Memphis Zoo, we took them to the fairs, we walked them in strollers around the neighborhood, we did just about everything with them.
Laura may not be my actual niece, but I have a friend that says “related by heart, not by blood.”
Laura is the niece of my heart and Miranda is the great-niece of my heart. Laura’s dad Al is the brother-in-law of my heart.
Miranda was absolutely beautiful and just glowing as her Paw (Al) and her step-father Ricky walked her from the house down to the altar in the pasture beside the house.
Chris, the bridegroom, was just about glowing himself. During the wedding prayer, he leaned his tall head over and touched foreheads with Miranda’s short head. (He’s almost a foot taller.) It was so sweet. I think that’s when I started leaking around the eyes.
It was a beautiful wedding. Hot, but so sweet. Saturday afternoon, it felt like 90 degrees. I didn’t care though. Dana burned and we put one of my umbrellas over Sophie, age 4 (another child of my heart). Sophie is pale blonde and very light-skinned. I was sure she’d burn — she didn’t.
The heat didn’t matter. All I could feel was immense love and pride — Laura and her husband Ricky just outdid themselves with the wedding. The entire family are very devoted Christians and the joy was so evident.
Miranda and Chris had a unity cross, something I’d not seen or heard of — they assembled it at a table during the ceremony — a strong outer frame symbolizing the husband, a beautiful scrolled inside for the wife and it’s all held together by three pegs — the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Carolyn and Pop were both beaming down on them. I cried in Carolyn’s place, nearly bursting with joy for Miranda.
Oh, and I made her dress — in loving memory of her Nana.
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