It is the wee hours of the morning and, despite the long treacherously-tiring previous two days, I am awake and my mind is swirling with all I have to do and the excitement that awaits me over the next couple of weeks. We're making good progress with the renovation and that certainly makes me happy, but the excitement comes from the event shortly to come and that's the wedding festivities of my youngest child.
This post is a tribute to her.
Thirty years ago, we had just moved to a brand-new house. It was by no means my dream house because I don't know when or if I'll ever get that and, right at this moment, I don't even know what my dream house would be. But it was brand-spanking new...no one had ever lived there and we were gonna make it our own. This house was built by a good friend of ours who was also a master mason, and this little home had a huge masonry fireplace which was one of its best features. It had cute wallpaper in the kitchen, butcher block countertops (faux, but still...), and a bedroom for each of our kiddos, two at the time. It had un-walked-upon carpet and fresh new paint which, for some reason that perplexed me, made me feel sick to my stomach. Little did I know I was pregnant with my third baby, a girl. That summer I spent the days lying on the sofa while my other two children ran around the house attempting to entertain themselves. It was an unusually hot summer and, even though the smell of fresh paint made me nauseous, the heat outside my door made me just as nauseous. The summer of '86 was brutal and, needless to say, it was a very long summer. I just lay on the sofa, looking at unpacked boxes that were calling my name from every corner, feeling torn between having so much to do and no energy with which to do it. I was pretty miserable to say the least.
But, as we all know, great hardship many times comes with great reward. And, boy, was that ever true in this case. Abbie was born near Valentine's Day and I have always thought of her as my little heart child. It was a fitting time for her to be born. Being a child of the seventies, I called her my love child because I had no idea when she was conceived or that I was even pregnant until that relentless wave of nausea pushed me down on that sofa for a good six weeks. She also has always been a "loving" child, kind to others with a heart of compassion. I remember we hardly ever had to discipline her because all it took to correct her was a stern look and she cried. She was a good baby, a sweet child, and an uneventful teenager for the most part. And if you are or ever have been the mother of teenagers, you know this is a good thing! To this very day, Abbie is tenderhearted, cares passionately for the downtrodden, and couldn't hurt a soul if she tried. She has only ever fought with her sister which is completely normal and, even though they are 800 miles apart, today they are the best of friends. She's argued with me a couple of times over the years, but it was mostly because of her passions and convictions. Abbie has never given her mama an ounce of trouble...well, maybe an ounce but that is all! We too, are very close. In fact, she and her sister and I are thick as thieves. Sometimes we get into a "texting conversation," the three of us, and my phone blows up with all the pinging. It drives the hubs a little nutty.
Now she is getting married and her sis will stand by her side as her matron of honor (which also makes me cry). She is my final child to marry and, for some reason, this makes her mama even more emotional! It is the end of an era. She has taken her time to find the one who is right and, for that, I am so thankful. Unlike her father and me, who married after four months of laying eyes on each other (THAT I wouldn't advise!), she has dated Joel for three years and quite a few other fellows before that who broke her tender heart. Joel is quiet, very thoughtful, and never speaks unless he's carefully selected his words, and I would do well to allow him to teach me how to do that! He is so smart and extremely devoted. He treats Abbie with respect and dignity and has been one of the best things that has ever happened to her. He treats her like the princess she is.
Very soon I will be boarding a plane to take me the two hours west where Abbie has made her home with the man she loves. Over the remainder of the week the rest of my family will trickle in from various places in the states, where we will all gather to celebrate the "giving away" of our baby girl. Yeah, I know she is no longer a baby, but never tell me that because when I look at the beautiful, strong, determined, focused woman she has become, I still see the little doe-eyed baby girl handed to me so many years ago. And, even though her daddy will actually give her away, we really all will because in my mind, she belongs to all of us. But now she will have a husband who really has already become her no. 1, and rightly so. We have all fallen to the background as he has risen to truly be the king of her heart.
So bring on the craziness. Bring on all the feels. Bring on every emotion that marrying off your youngest conjures up -- I am ready for you! But more than that, I am willing. It is time. We all give you away to the man who has, is, and will always be your everything.
Mrs. Joel Edmonson-to-be, mama's comin.' Houston or bust!
"Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne
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