Monday, January 17, 2022

Two weeks ago today, my only daughter got married.  On a Monday afternoon. In the woods. In the winter. In the middle of a global pandemic.  It was definitely untraditional, but at the end of the night, when I asked both the bride and the groom separately “Was it a good day? Was it what you hoped for?” both said “YES! Definitely!” So, I feel like I did my part as a mom/party planner.

On Tuesday, we finished packing up the party, so to speak, and drove the hour back to the house so that we could gear up for Wednesday…Moving Day.  20 years of loving packed into a box truck to live 10 hours away. On Thursday, I felt horrible.   On Friday, the COVID-19 tests were positive… We don’t do things small around here, y’all.

Today, I am cautiously feeling optimistic that maybe all those that came in contact have at least stayed out of the hospital so far.  COVID is a weird thing.  When you think it’s over, sometimes, it’s just getting its second wind.  The worrying, the “Are you ok? How are you feeling?” texts and calls, and the prayers will continue for a while from our house. And so will the gratitude… for all of you who braved the weather and the woods and the pandemic to help our girl celebrate, THANK YOU!!! We are keenly aware of the risk you took to be there. 

This momma’s heart can never repay you for the smiles of genuine joy and thankfulness that beamed from of the wedding couple when the officiant asked them to turn and take in the faces of those who had gathered to support them on this life changing day, to remember those faces as they journey forward, and to know that they are loved always.  That smile on her face is the one that did me in and I can never thank you enough! If you need medicine or want soup, call me… I’m on it.  I’ll be here, with my guys, figuring out our next adventure.