We had a wedding in our family this past Saturday - beautiful, sweet, filled with special moments and the beginning of a new season. Our Granddaughter was married. That sweet little girl who ushered in the unimaginable joy of grand-parenting.
It rained every single day leading up to the wedding. We whispered prayers for sunshine for our darling girl. It was a beautiful day.
Three generations of handsome men - Papa, Dad and the sons/grandsons.
The Bride and Groom
The Bride with her Dad and Mom.
The whole family.
I've thought for days about what to write. It takes me a long time to process the important things. I think the one moment that crystalized it all for me was when our son walked his daughter out onto the dance floor and took her in his arms. Hard for the heart to contain all the swirling emotions - like viewing life through a kaleidoscope. Images of a little boy, a teenager testing the boundaries, a young husband and father working so hard to provide for his little family. My firstborn with his firstborn and all the years of joy and sorrow in-between.
I thought of the blessing of all of us being together with nothing dividing us. Oh, we are a normal family. There have been the heartaches and misunderstandings, the words we wish we could take back, the unexpected trials and devastating news. But there has been a strong cord binding us together through all of it.
We are blessed beyond measure, and I don't use those words lightly. There is a legacy in our family - a legacy of faith. It has been passed down from generation to generation. It undergirds us with the sure knowledge that we are forever family - together for eternity.
It hasn't come to us by virtue of hard work or strict discipline. It is all simply God's grace.
I am so thankful.