Wednesday, September 3, 2014.
In a few days, my daughter will be getting married and as I sit here a few days prior, I have no doubt at all that this will be a wonderful day. I haven’t seen either the wedding dress or my daughter in the dress, but I can say with absolute certainty that she will look beautiful. I can’t say the same about the old guy who will be walking her down the aisle, but I’ll do my best. I have seen my wife in her dress and she looked amazing. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to have these two women in my life.
All that’s left to do on Mom & Dad’s end are to make some deliveries and do some pick-ups. We’re having dinner tonight with the groom’s parents, which will be fun, and tomorrow, the mother-of-the-bride dress and the bridal gown will be picked up and moved to their respective closets here at our house until Saturday.
Friday is the rehearsal and the dinner that follow, and after that—and this will be interesting—my daughter and several (but not all) of her attendants will be spending the night at our house. We haven’t had a sleepover under our roof in well over a decade, but they’ll have the whole second floor to do whatever it is they’ll do. I doubt there will be much sleep.
On Saturday morning, there will be a mad rush for hair and make-up, a brunch in the kitchen afterwards and eventually, a limo the size of my first house will roll into the driveway to escort the ladies to the chapel. After that, it’s out of my hands. Someone will tell me where to be, where to walk and where to stand and I’ll do as I’m asked simply because I expect that this will get more than a little emotional.
The afternoon will turn into evening and when the reception is over, the celebration will move to a downtown hotel, where we’ll continue on a smaller scale until well past my usual bedtime. Brunch the next day at the hotel, send the newlywed’s off on their honeymoon and away we’ll go in separate directions to sort out the wedding day.
So … if you can, post your best wishes to the bride and groom and any advice you may have, and we’ll see you next week.