Marriage

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A Wedding

I knew this day would come, but I wasn’t really prepared for it. My youngest, a daughter, the “apple of my eye”, walked down the isle, on my arm, for the joining of these two in the bonds of matrimony.

My daughter, Deanna, took a job, as a cashier, in a local Publics grocery store; little did she know that her life would change upon meeting a fellow employee. This young man, Rick, was the Commons, Assistant Manager. Isn’t it interesting how God leads, his believers, on paths that fulfill his will in our lives?

They began to talk and get to know each other, off the clock, because he was her manager. One night he bought a dozen roses and arranged them on her car, so that when she got off and headed out to her car to go home - what did she see in the distance as she approached her car-----someone had decorated her car ---- what did she having waiting, for her to clean up, so she could drive home!

Isn’t love made of those “moments,” in a relationship, as you grow fonder of each other.
Moments are made of this!

Weeks turn into months, months then became a year and they were growing closer and closer. Both Christians, they were saving, themselves, for that special wedding night. I had bought her a ring, that was a symbol, among the young, of there commitment to their chastity. How proud, of her, I was.

Time passes by; Rick is promoted and moved about 3 hours away. Deanna, is in Jr College, with her sights set on a Nursing degree, had changed jobs a couple of times, bought herself a car (Dad had given her his vehicle when she turned 18; as a matter of fact, that was her Christmas one year.)

By this time they were a “couple,” making plans and talking about a life together. For several months, she knew that Rick was going to give her an engagement ring - but first he had to ask for her hand in marriage from her father. Ohhhhhhh

Time passes and there second Christmas is approaching - one night I receive a call from Rick - he is very nervous and finally pops the question - he would like my daughters hand in marriage, will I bless this union. Well, unknown to Rick I had already given my daughter approval of her choice in a marriage partner and would welcome him into the family.

I give Rick my blessing, with a straight face, and he relaxes. Then I laugh and tell him we had been expecting this moment for several months. He gives her, her engagement ring and they announce that they plan to marry the following March (2005).

I sit down and create a memories web site for them and encourage them to invite there friend to the web site to share specials moments with them.
March rolls around, Dorothy’s Dad dies a week before the wedding, her parents live in Shreveport, La. The wedding is set for March 4, 2005. Dorothy and I go to Shreveport and return home on Tuesday, the rehearsal dinner is Thursday night and the wedding is Friday. I’m fitted for a Tux and ready to walk her down the isle. Ooops, Daddy has a balance disorder and may have to use a cane as they walk the isle.

Friday, March 4th, 2005, the ceremony is scheduled for 2 PM at a local National Park. The bride is scurrying to get herself ready; Daddy has taken mediation to calm himself, the crowd has gathered, family friends, etc. The moment arrives, Daddy in his Tux, daughter in a beautiful, off shoulder gown and train, we step off, Daddy is calm, no cane, and we proceed down the isle where I announce that her mother and I give the bride to this occasion. I sit down; they take their vows, have a communion, and are finally announced as Husband and Wife.

Ricks Grandmother gives them use of a cabin in the North Carolina Mountains for a week, it snows while they are there and they are beside themselves with joy.

Now, I’m going through the “empty nest syndrome,” but life is happy and I see Grand children (plural) down the road to spoil and enjoy.

Tom Show, father of the Bride

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