Our son is getting married in October. He and his fiancée have been engaged since last July. They dated for years before that.
Just yesterday I booked hotel rooms near the wedding venue for myself and my husband and our daughter. We also booked the wedding suite for the bride and groom.
Next Friday is the bachelorette party. Next Sunday is the bridal shower.
I just came up with a killer idea for some songs to dance to with my son at the reception in front of all the other guests.
As I listened to the music choices via Alexa last night as I cooked dinner, I had to laugh and cry.
I love the woman he is marrying. I know they are going to be together forever and they’ll have the kind of relationship I have with his father.
There’s nothing I want more for my children than for them to be happy and to have best friends to spend their lives with.
But buddy, I know I am going to cry when he and I dance together. Not just happy tears, but also tears for missing the boy he used to be.
I wished for that kid ever since I was just a little girl. I knew I would have an Andrew even when I was only 7 years old.
He is a grown man now in love with his Audra.
And that is one of the best things ever.
But sometimes with all of these wedding plans going on all around us, I’ll look at him and this is what I see…