It's Official-- They're Married

How can it be May 30th? That would mean that a whole week has passed since my son and his bride tied the knot! It seems like yesterday—no, wait—it seems like a year ago. How can I be so confused?

(Do you hear “Sunrise, Sunset” playing in the background?)

Yes, after five and a half years of courtship, my son and the Daffodil (remember? –De Facto Daughter-in-Law) finally made it legal. One week ago these lovely and kind and warm and smart and funny young people stood before their families and friends and recited vows and prayers that make them husband and wife. They signed the documents, they ate the cake, and they danced the official dance.

I cried during the ceremony, but I got control of myself, too.

At the reception I made a toast, and here’s what I said:

When word of their engagement got out last August, friends and family kept asking me if Rob had chosen a date for the wedding. I said, “Yeah—he’s taking Jessica, of course. Duh.”

It’s hard to be at a lifecycle event as important as this and not look back at the milestones in your child’s life. From the first time you held him, to his first steps, his first words, and for us, the first time he beat me at Scrabble.

I was asked just this morning if I was having a hard time with this—you know, letting go of my son. The answer was easy. No. I want my kids to be healthy and happy, to be strong and independent and generous. I want them to make good choices. Look at them—I got what I wanted. They’re both making wonderful choices again today.

Rob and Jessica, may your happiness continue to grow throughout long and meaningful years ahead, and may all your dreams come true.

It was a warm and poignant event, capped off with lots of great music and dancing. They had a great time, and so did everyone else in the place.

I’m not having a problem being a mother-in-law. I’m having trouble getting used to Rob calling Jessica his ex-girlfriend.

And since you were kind enough to ask, here are a few photos of the happy event!

No, I am not standing in a hole.  The Center of the Universe is freakishly tall. (And it's possible that I'm short.  Or short-ish.)

See?  I told you they were cute!

Happy is good.  Happy with cake is better.

                                                A grand time was had by all!