I’ve been mulling for a few days…
What can I say about being Mother of the Bride that is
I’m either in too much of a glow because things went well
or still so worn out from a frenetic week
to bestow wedding-changing MOB wisdom (if I even have any);
therefore, my best advice is this:
You’re the mom,
but she’s the bride.
This is her dream, not yours.
when it’s time to select the MOB dress
and her own.
Trust her instincts on the bridesmaids dresses, too, and her shoes with lucky blue bows.
She gets final call on what her nephew sports.
Up or down with the hair? The bride knows best.
When it comes to her dad’s bow tie,
the design of the cake,
the added touches to the back of her dress,
the napkin fabric and the menu design,
the paper lanterns to brighten the ceiling and the flowers to grace the tables,
she gets to decide because, after all, isn’t this the daughter who, when it was time to pick a groom, made an excellent choice?
May they have happy days, festive nights, and in time, the pitter patter of energetic little feet.
But don’t tell the bride I mentioned that last pitter patter part.
I promised her I’d trust her instincts on that, too.
Laura and Matt were married on June 1 in the chapel on Bald Head Island off the coast of North Carolina. Wedding photos courtesy Matron of Honor Katherine Younger and wedding guest and blog reader, Lisa Wolfe.