In honor of my daughter, Maggie and son-in-law, Robert’s upcoming first wedding anniversary, I am reposting an excerpt from a previous post…
“I have to admit…I loved my own walk down the isle as a bride. It was so much fun to do it again as the mother of the bride.
Picture number one is the lovely Tess, my third daughter, and sister of my bride, Maggie. Next is yours truly, with Matt, best man and brother of the groom. Upon reflection, I should not have made my desire known – that I would be pleased to have Matt walk me. That honor belonged to his mom, Debbie. But Debbie was too gracious and Matt too much the gentleman to say no. Thanks, Matt – I sure enjoyed it! If you look behind me, you can see the organ loft. To the left, our beautiful vocalist, and to her right the talented organist.
Saint Paul’s in Glastonbury, Connecticut is a quintessential New England church. It is reflective of it’s local – beautiful in it’s simplicity. Remember, we’re processing to ‘Ave Maria.’ Look at our smiles…not somber music at all. My flowers were three white roses, (matching Debbie’s), with a little greenery in bouquet form – no troublesome corsages.
I think I already bragged…but I will again. The the next picture is of Maggie in her veil. It is her own, but the headpiece is mine. I can’t tell you how pleased I am that she wore it. I think Maggie enjoyed sharing it with me almost as much as I.
Next is a lovely photo of Maggie with her father, as they walk down the isle to the wedding march. Doesn’t my Kenny look proud?
The last picture is the “Hand Off”. I couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law. Rob looks happy and honored. I know I was…
And as a footnote – an answer to a question you may have … did I cry? Well- I teared up. But what touched my heart, almost as much as the beautiful words spoken by the priest, Rob and Maggie, was the simple act of holding the hand of my husband of almost 31 years as our daughter said her vows…
Special thanks to the beautiful Patty Cloherty, aunt of the groom, who took these photos.