Years ago, my girls and I watched a TV show called A Wedding Story.
One day, when Kath had a friend over, I heard her announce: “Listen to my mom during the show. She’s going to pick at everything. She thinks the only good wedding ever was her own.”
Not true!
Well at least not all the way true.
But isn’t it sort of okay for a bride to be partial to her own wedding?
Now it’s Laura’s turn.
I’m resisting giving lots of last minute advice.
And as mother of the bride, I won’t be there at the very last minute anyway.
Hopefully, I’ll be in my seat in the front pew.
However…
My last minute advice would be twofold:
Put your bouquet at your waist and keep it there.
Brides often carry their bouquets too high, covering the bodice of their lovely gown.
(I made this mistake, which proves, once and for all, that my wedding was NOT perfect.)
My other piece of advice is this:
The time at the back of the church is a dad’s moment too.
Remember the cool bike in fourth grade.
The Duke jacket I thought cost too much.
The checking out colleges trips.
The emergency earring repairs.
Right before you start down the aisle, say something sweet to your dad.
If I could sail back to August 20, 1977, that’s just what I would do.
Top Photo: My dad helping me out of the car at my wedding in Towson, Maryland.
Bottom Photo: The mother of the groom-to-be with her father at the back of the church in Durham, New Hampshire some years ago. Note that the bride is holding her bouquet correctly!
In some traditions, both parents walk their daughter down the aisle. To those daughters, I say, “Double your chance to say something sweet!”
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