In less than a month, my youngest daughter, Tiffany Renee', born over 20 years ago, is getting married. She will no longer be a Spooner, but a Fuller. She is not so sure about this, but I reassured her she will always be a Spooner in one way or another.
The anticipation of this blessed yet sad event in my life has pulled and stretched me to new limits. I first was happy for her and her fiance', Jeffy, whom we love dearly. Then I thought about it and realized no more movies together at midnight. I won't see her sleeping in her bed anymore first thing in the morning. We can't just walk out the door together in a split second and grab an ice cream cone. Yes, things are changing and the anticipation of such is quite disturbing.
She mentioned today how she is so excited to decorate her own house for Halloween. She loves lights, baskets, spider webs, stuffed animals and buying candy for children and giving them tracts telling of Jesus' love for them. How she wants Thanksgiving dinner at her and Jeff's house this year, oh my, and we are looking for Christmas lights, decorations and bulbs for her own tree in her own home. WOW! I am overwhelmed now. October 7th is going to come all too quickly for me.
I still remember her carrying around her kitty cat like a babydoll. Strolling it down the street and trying to give it a bottle of milk. I see her dancing in the living room with her older sister and falling on the floor laughing. I remember how her older brother would carry her all over the house as an infant and she settled down while in his arms. Her younger brother would share his cars with her and all she wanted was to play Barbies, in which he obliged her for a time. I still see her going to the movie theater with her dad on a date night and her and I strolling around Walmart; wishing, dreaming and of course shopping for everything from jewelry and paint, to food and clothing.
The other day she tried on her wedding dress, shoes, jewelry and tiara. She looked so beautiful. I wanted to cry but knew there was more time for that another day. I stood so proud as she smiled and sheer excitement radiated from her eyes. She was a now a precious woman of God. Not a little girl, not a teenager, but a stunning woman who loves the Lord with all her heart.
Although she waits with an anticipation that only a bride to be can have, with tears steaming down my face I realize I, too, wait with great anticipation for the day I proudly watch her walk down the aisle made for her with colorful navy and white flower petals on a gorgeous green bed of grass in the crisp season of fall, her favorite time of year I might add. With great anticipation, as I look in her eyes through netted veil, I will smile with tears of joy and hold her in my arms, close to me, one more time, just as when she was first born, and look up to heaven and graciously thank God for this sweet blessing from above He allowed me to enjoy that will be my daughter 'til the end of time, my friend for as long as we have breath, and my sister in the Lord for eternity.
Yes, there are many changes ahead for me, and for her, but the anticipation is one which I know God can be glorified in, His joy can strengthen me, and my daughter and I can have a deeper friendship with one another we never thought possible.
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