My daughter’s going to be a bride — no, not just a bride, a WIFE.
Her Mr. Right popped the question and she accepted him with joy. I’m bursting with happiness for them; my heart is so full, the word “overjoyed” doesn’t quite capture it all.
So many emotions flood a mother’s heart when her daughter takes this step into adulthood. Amy and Anton will begin their own little family unit, separate from Ken and me, separate from her father. I begin to think about my parenting — the good things and the mistakes. About my own marriages and hoping that Amy learned from them not to repeat her mother’s mistakes.
There is regret, but there is also hope. Hope in the future, in answers to prayer, in the commitment two people make to love each other no matter what.
The coming year will be full of planning, budgets, shopping, parties and, yes, plenty of stress. But through it all will be this joy of celebrating the two becoming one. I can’t wait!