Friday, March 26, 2010
Snippets from a Wedding
Brianna looks so very happy. It is good to see that. At rehearsal tonight, when they read their vows to one another, it was hard not to get teary. Dylan got in while we were at the church for the rehearsal. I didn't recognize him at first. He shaved his head. Dylan is reading 1 Corinthians 13. After he did his part, I saw he and Cara nose to nose. I saw her pointing at him. She looked pretty intense. Thinking to nip the squabble in the bud, I headed over and put an arm around the two of them. "What's going on?" Cara grinned big. "I was telling Dylan that if God smites him while he's reading, that he needs to stop, drop, and roll." Turning back to Dylan, she said it again. "Remember Dylan: Stop. Drop. Roll." I rolled my eyes and left the two of them to their own. Ian, Cara's boyfriend, is here. He seems like a nice fellow. A librarian. He is very smart, and kind of shy. I told him, "It's okay. Don't worry. The last boyfriend? He deserved killin' " in my very best redneck voice. Tomorrow, the girls are all going to the spa. I will try to duck in for coffee at some point. I'm just not much of a spa girl, not really. Plus I don't have the time. I've got to iron Tim's shirt, and also, well, we have to figure out how to tie a tie. Tim has never worn one before. Lots of stuff going on, tomorrow. A big day for our family. My ex is here with his father. For all my worrying about things, all I really felt was sorry for him, a little. It must be awkward. His wife didn't come. Tim was to walk Brianna down the aisle. Then she decided to change it at the last minute to Tim and I. When it comes to the part about 'who offers this woman?', I found myself talking to Brianna. "What about if we all replied to that? Tim, me, your dad?" I said. That would make your father part of things too." And somehow, very quickly, it changed once more. She decided that all three of us are walking her down the aisle. The church has a huge center aisle that accomodates us all. And later, when we were all sitting down, I looked across my husband to my exhusband. He was overcome with emotion. You know. I worried so much about this, but it was okay. It felt like something had been laid to rest. I don't know how to explain it any better than that. It's just as if the past is the past. If Brianna can have him here, well, I can be gracious. It did not feel forced or awful. I think God must be at work.