It had to happen eventually. My baby girl got married. I gotta tell you, that's an emotional rollercoaster for a mom. I'm sure it's the same for all women, regardless of how many daughters they have. But when you only have one daughter, it can be astounding and overwhelming at times.
I promised Chatty I would NOT cry. And by golly...I didn't. Not really! I may have had a moist eye here and there, but I was successful at keeping the water works at bay. You may be wondering how either of us managed to accomplish this major task. SIMPLE. We kept ourselves busy planning the wedding. We never talked about sentimental things. AND we avoided eye contact during the ceremony. Viola! No tears. The only time I almost broke my promise was when I caught a glimpse of her and her dad walking down the aisle. Boy, I almost blew it then. But I recovered by turning around and staring up at the ceiling. By the way, if anyone asks, there are about 101 swirls in each ceiling tile at the church.
I can't wait to see the pictures that the photographer took of the ceremony. Won't I look dashing sitting on the front row with my eyes rolled to the back of my head looking up at the ceiling? How am I going to explain that to any future grandchildren?