The day was fast approaching and there was nothing I could do to slow it down. My daughter was getting married in 2 days. It was a day I had dreaded when I was younger. I didn't want to think about not being the one she asked for help or to just call and talk about anything from music to NASCAR, or get a goofy text from her in the middle of the night. The bottom line is that I didn't want to think about her not being my "little" girl any more, even though she was 21.
Donna and I arrived Friday evening just in time for the rehearsal, which may have been a good thing. I didn't have time to think about it while stuck in rush hour traffic as we went through Dallas/Fort Worth. We had a quick rehearsal, then went out for dinner and had a great evening with all of the wedding party. This is where Ray, David's best man, decided to impress the single chicks by riding the mechanical bull ... well, it's sort of a mechanical bull (to Ray's credit though, it didn't throw him). By now, fatigue was setting in and my feet hurt so bad I could barely walk. I went back to the room at the hotel while Donna and some of the girls decorated the room for the reception. It was strange, all the fears I thought that I would have at this time were simply not there. I realized that I was actually quite happy for her and David. And why shouldn't I be, all you want is to see is your kids grow up happy and to find someone that loves them and will treat them right. If you could see them together, you would know like I do, that they are right for each other.
The morning of her wedding day comes and although I have only slight joint pain, the fatigue is killing me. I ran into Fort Worth to pick up a few things needed for the wedding and as soon as I got back, I needed to lay down. I just felt like I couldn't take another step, my hips, legs and feet were hurting badly now. This is such a frustrating disease, why pick this weekend to flare up on me? I had planned on taking an hour long nap ... that turned into 3 hours. I just barely got up in time to shower and get dressed for the wedding. I saw Kala in her dress for the first time as I was about to walk her down the aisle. I couldn't do anything but smile, she was beautiful. On top of that she was so calm and cool, very un-Kala like.
The wedding was to start at 6 pm on the boardwalk that wrapped around the lake running on the edge of town. It was a perfect evening, with the exception of the 25 mph wind, and the lake made a beautiful backdrop for the ceremony. As we exited outside, the wind began lifting up (quiet a bit) the dresses that the bridesmaids were wearing. Kara, one of the bridesmaids, turned and said "I hope every ones wearing under wear tonight". lol After the bridesmaids walked down, it was suddenly my daughters time. How did this moment get here so quickly? I had planned to walk in slowly and to tell her I loved her, that I was proud of her and how I thought that she had made a wise choice with David. As we started walking, she was suddenly yanking on my arm! Hold on, I don't think David is going anywhere ... we just have 60 feet to go. I was immediately reminded of trying to walk Frankie, our Great Pyrenees before he had obedience training. My talk was quickly discarded as I picked the pace up and tried to keep from stepping on her dress at the same time, which was now swishing from side to side due to her rapid pace. As we got closer I looked up and saw David with this huge smile on his face. It made me smile inside, how could I not be excited for them.
The rest of the evening I spent in the background, visiting with friends and family. I don't know why I ever thought I would dread this day, it was a wonderful evening seeing the two of them happy and united. And on top of that, momma didn't cry.