Where I See God
Journal #27: In a Thorntonville Wedding
“‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh,’ So they are no longer two but one flesh.” -Mark 10:7-8
We woke to the smell of coffee and the hush of groomsmen sleeping on our sofas, extra beds and an air-mattress. My husband showered quickly sneeking out the garage door to pick-up Chic-Fil-A. After taking turns to shower the groom and groomsmen made jokes about how the bridesmaids were probably eating a breakfast casserole while they were enjoying their tray of Chicken-Minis.
The morning was calm but filled with laughter as the guys plotted funny schemes to potentially pull off during the wedding. Dressed in navy they loaded cars and headed to the church, right before we figured out our son was wearing his dad’s suit coat instead of his own. Quickly we dressed to go make the exchange hoping we’d get there before he attended his “first-look” in a jacket that was a little too large for him.
Arriving at the church we couldn’t help but get a little emotional. The bride’s family had decorated the church and reception area beautifully. Every detail was personal. We made the jacket exchange and then took time to walk around the reception area enjoying the photographs and personal touches. Soon it was time to line up for the wedding. My son pulled me aside to give me a handkerchief he’d had embroidered for me. Tears fell from my eyes as I hugged him. The handkerchief was immediately put to use.
As he escorted me down the aisle, I couldn’t help but smile. It was such a beautiful moment. Twenty years of raising him, five years of him dating his bride, and eight months of planning brought us to this treasured moment. “God,” I prayed, “thank you for each second of this man’s life. The proud moments, the hard moments, the well moments, the sick moments. Every second, I give you thanks.”
The groom took his place in front beside the pastor, as the groomsmen and bridesmaids entered one by one. A soloist sang, “For the Beauty of the Earth,” as an attitude of worship and thanksgiving filled the atmosphere.
Then the music for the bride’s processional began. Everyone turned to see the bride, but I couldn’t help but watch the groom. He was so proud, so excited and so ready for this very moment. This precious moment with family and friends. My husband and I joyously watched as my son married his beautiful bride before God and congregation. My momma heart exploded with giddy happiness.
With “I do’s” said the ceremony was celebrated with congratulations, lots of hugs and cake with punch (and butter mints made by the bride’s grandmother. Yum!) Simple as that, the wedding was done and a new marriage came to life welcoming a new Thornton to Thorntonville.