By Lisa Huddleston
“For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh” (Genesis 2:24).
Here are some thoughts three days before the wedding of my sweet daughter, Sarah Dorothy. I am certain they will be as disjointed as I feel, but I am compelled to write them down. It’s how I deal.
Her room is empty. The room that has undergone several makeovers since she was 7 years old–pink ballerina to purple bohemian to green sophistication. Now it is dismantled, but it will soon be freshly painted and the residence of Grammy Sue. A much better location for my mom since it has a private bath.
Sarah is so busy this week. Last minute details. Multiple short trips to her new apartment, her new home with a bedroom for two and a funky, artsy vibe.
I just want to sit and look at her. Then I just want to rip the bandaid off and get this show on the road. I am a crazy woman. Crazy with love for my little girl and crazy with excitement for the promise of her new life with John.
Sarah and John. Even their names sound good together. Like an old married couple.
Chuck hasn’t even gone upstairs since her room has been emptied. He doesn’t want to see. He asked me if he should practice dancing with Sarah before Friday. I love that man. I love my family.
And I know I will love the new family that is to come. Show time.
*photo by Ulmer Studios