Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
There were so many incredibly beautiful moments to be captured on camera on the Wedding Day but I the Mother of the Bride and I must add feeling quite naked without my camera did not get to use my camera very much so I relied on others for the photos especially on my niece Akira who sees this world much like I. I was truly overwhelmed with emotions I had never thought possible that day so I chose to concentrate on the sounds. Wedding sounds.
Waiting in the kitchen while peeking out the big window to the backyard where family and friends were waiting for the big moment to begin and our cows were standing in the field behind keeping them entertained, I was smiling. The Bride’s handsome Groom and Groomsmen in dark tuxedos stood outside anxiously waiting for that big moment. The Maid of Honor and all the Bridesmaid’s dressed in beautiful plum shade dresses and holding handmade bouquets of fresh roses, lilies and an assortment of beautiful fragrant flowers stood in the kitchen with me, the very anxious and emotional hoping not to cry Mother of the Bride all planning that big entrance.
There was a nervous chatter and laughter coming from all and the Bride giggled that familiar nervous giggle that I have loved hearing all her life. I was told I was to be the first to walk down the aisle which was actually the back lawn beautifully decorated with beautiful fresh flowers and memorabilia from the Brides past, things that had been stuffed away in the rusty old barn she had loved to play in with her sister when they were young. It was time.
I took a deep breath, gave the Bride a big hug and went to the door, signaling the music man to begin, then I stepped out that door with those Red Footloose Boots, a lovely shade of blue flowing dress feeling quite pretty I have to say. With my new hairdo compliments of the Mother of the Groom and wearing real makeup and a wrist corsage made of two white roses I walked across the lawn heading to the back yard then through the crowd lined on either side. I could not hear the music at that point only the cows mooing steadily and the crowd giggling because of the mooing, and the birds were singing this was what we had hoped for, the sounds of our world.
The sounds suddenly stopped, I am not sure if they stopped or I stopped listening, I held my head high concentrating on not tripping over my own two feet and trying not to cry. That was when I noticed my dear Mom sitting in the front row looking very frail but dressed with a stylish black hat and huge dark sunglasses and looking incredibly beautiful in my eyes; oh you know that was when I cried.
I bent down kissed her on the cheek, hugged the Brides Oma who sat beside and then sat down in my own chair. I watched the Maid of Honor (Sister of the Bride also our youngest daughter) walk down the aisle the beautiful flower girl dropping rose petals as she went, the handsome ring bearer and the gorgeous Brides Maids one by one, I have no idea of the order I was truly hypnotized by the moment. The wedding march music became louder and the cows suddenly bolted out into the field mooing as if to say here she comes to the delight of the crowd.
I watched my little girl all dressed in white satin, a beautiful white lacy veil, and a bouquet of fresh flowers walk arm in arm with her handsome Dad (My Hero) in his dark suit heading towards me, then he left her standing beside her Groom to Be under the Black Walnut trees we had planted when she was four years old. That was when I noticed my Grandfathers then my Dad’s (her Great Grandfather and Grandfather’s) watch on her arm. Oh yes more tears. I looked over towards the sound and sight of my Mom sniffling and handed her my Dad’s old cotton hankie that I had tucked in my wrist corsage. The Bride was glowing and her handsome prince the Groom was smiling ear to ear. My Hero then sat beside me and I grabbed tight to his arm while the wedding officiate started reading from the tablet she held in her hands. I could hear the cows mooing so loudly behind her that with her soft spoken voice she kept speaking louder and louder.
With the sound of the Bride’s familiar nervous giggle, the handsome Groom’s laughter and the laughter and giggles coming from the crowd all drowning out the sounds of my own sniffling I knew this was a day never to be forgotten. This was indeed a memory moment and the cows also needed to say goodbye to our little girl. At this point I sat as if in a daze shedding more tears and watched and listened to My Hero say “I do” when asked who gives this Bride to be wed, he quickly looked at me with his handsome smile and changed that to “We do”. The cows stood behind the cedar bushes out of my sight and the wedding vows were exchanged. It was truly magical.
(I do have more stories but unfortunately will have to leave you with this one for a bit. Be back soon). Hug B