Patti's Big Day

I ended my previous post explaining how I savored every single minute of my daughter's wedding day.  I knew it would go fast.  I knew it could easily be swallowed up in dramatic superfluous events.  So I savored each minute with great intention.  Until.

My sweet little punkinhead started down the aisle.

Then?

I lost it.

I have almost no memory after that.

Something about love, honor, cherish.

I do, he does, she will.....

And voila'!  Mr. and Mrs. Holsenback:

I tried to focus.

I tried to savor.

But it went by so fast!

It was sad and glorious, wonderful and bitter.

Heart-warming and heart-piercing.

And the Groom!!

Look at him!
No apologies.

He's taking my baby and not the least bit apologetic about it.

Then?

Yeah, the Father/Daughter dance.

 

I tried so hard to wallow in it, gather every single minute, tuck them in my pockets and hold them forever.

But it ended.

And we moved on. . .

. . . to the food and the dancing . . .

. . . the photo booth.

Look who I found consorting in the photo booth:

My parents!

(After 50 years of marriage, you'd think they could control themselves in a dark, confined space!!)

And I wondered, 50 years ago, what was her mother thinking?

Did she savor every minute?

Did it go by so fast that she couldn't remember parts?

Did her breath catch in her throat just so?

Did she think she just might stop breathing?

Oh, Nana!  The things we should have talked about.