The
excitement over my son Tony getting married was almost more than I
could bare. Of course, I knew about the event over a year in
advance...I'm so grateful for that.
Purple
or Teal. Those were the requested colors of apparel for the wedding
party.
Not
only have I not worn a dress in over thirty years but where to find
purple pumps was the real challenge.
It
was much too easy for Marc. He had a suit hanging in the closet.
There. Done.
The
location of the wedding was in Orange County. It was more than warm,
it was hot. But the heat seemed to merely accentuated the commitment
by all present to seeing these two people they loved honor each other
beneath the angel-filled, California sky.
A
surreal experience. Where did the time go? This is the guy who, five
minutes ago, was trying to master the correct way to hold a pencil.
All
brides are beautiful. They are dressed in the loveliest gowns,
exquisitely coiffed and meticulously made up as never before. And
with all the emotion of the moment, they are invariably radiant,
bringing wedding guests to their feet and quieting them to such a
hush that you can hear the rustling of the gown as they glide down
the aisle.
Emmanuelle Marcelin was even more beautiful than all that. As she approached, , she trembled
slightly as she let go the arm of her father. Beneath her veil of
flowers, beads and lace, her smile shined as she steadied herself. Once she reached the gazebo, everyone exhaled. Her gaze went to the man she was about to marry - my son Tony. She loves him so much. I could see it in her face. And my son, he was practically lost in her. I watched as Tony promised his love and devotion to his precious lady. She promised back as she gazed up at him with big brown eyes that melted us all. Tony is a man of tenderness with a big heart. Emmanuelle's sweet nature and intelligent playfulness is the perfect compliment to Tony's sense of adventure and fiercely loving soul.
Caught up in the powerful feeling of watching my first-born-son marry, I felt the tears welling up.
There was Mediterranean eating and festive belly dancing as we all laughed, and made toasts.
And then it was over. All I could do was stand there, just another lady clapping in the crowd. I'm both happy and proud. Tears upon tears.
My heart is filled with the poetry of life.
Time
runs like water through my fingers.
