I remember laying in the hospital bed twenty-five years ago, looking at my new, pink, baby girl, and thinking that someday there will be another wedding. Well, that day is coming up for Megan Lucy. Where did the years go? She was such a tiny little thing for so long. It took her a long time to say much. Her big sister that she followed around and idolized always spoke for her. For awhile she was nicknamed "Peanut". Her Uncle Phil called her "Bugs Ear" for "Cuter than a Bug's Ear". But "Fluffy" has appropriately stuck. She was the daughter that loved pink/pastel everything, ruffles and ribbons, twirling dresses, dollies, dancing lessons, ...... anything "girlie".
It didn't surprise us that when it was time to make decisions for college, that she fell right into the sorority life and loved every minute of it. The man in her life also belongs to a fraternity. For the past three or four years, the two of them have been traveling the region, attending weddings of their Greek sisters and brothers. As their love grew for one another and plans for the future were being made, the pink accordian file folder, labeled "M & J's Wedding" was getting fatter and fatter.
Megan drove from Dallas this weekend, trying to beat an oncoming storm, so that we could work on wedding plans. The previous weekend trip was postponed because of weather and we couldn't have a repeat of cancellations. This is going to be a June wedding and reservations must be made! Since Megan has recently moved to Dallas, this now requires long distance planning and that is a challenge when pulling off the most spectacular wedding of the season. There are caterers and menus to decide upon. It being February, strategic planning and forecasting is required when meeting with the florist. Decorations and colors have to be compared and chosen. This must be done before all the other June blushing brides grab the best of the pick! We had a full day agenda from dawn to dusk to get this done. Megan brought the pink, accordian folder and more. Besides the regular luggage she usually brought in tow, her little Toyota Escort was packed with fifty pounds of her favorite bride magazines, colored sketches and findings from the internet, flower vases, bridesmaid shoes, etc. Her excitement was contagious!
However, it's taken me awhile to catch on to her excitement. For her father and I, this is the third wedding in four years and will be the largest. We're a little tired. I feel bad about that, but I think it is to be expected. Lately I've been comparing the situation to her childhood birthday parties. She was the last calendar birthday of the year. By the time we got around to September, it took some extra willpower to pull that fourth one off. I hope I did it justice. So, her father and I will tighten our belts, take a deep breath, move to the edge, and take the deep plunge a third and final time. This will be an event worthy of celebration. Families and friends will gather. There will be laughter and tears, conversations remembered and memories made. I hope the photographer catches them all. She's getting paid for it.
It didn't surprise us that when it was time to make decisions for college, that she fell right into the sorority life and loved every minute of it. The man in her life also belongs to a fraternity. For the past three or four years, the two of them have been traveling the region, attending weddings of their Greek sisters and brothers. As their love grew for one another and plans for the future were being made, the pink accordian file folder, labeled "M & J's Wedding" was getting fatter and fatter.
Megan drove from Dallas this weekend, trying to beat an oncoming storm, so that we could work on wedding plans. The previous weekend trip was postponed because of weather and we couldn't have a repeat of cancellations. This is going to be a June wedding and reservations must be made! Since Megan has recently moved to Dallas, this now requires long distance planning and that is a challenge when pulling off the most spectacular wedding of the season. There are caterers and menus to decide upon. It being February, strategic planning and forecasting is required when meeting with the florist. Decorations and colors have to be compared and chosen. This must be done before all the other June blushing brides grab the best of the pick! We had a full day agenda from dawn to dusk to get this done. Megan brought the pink, accordian folder and more. Besides the regular luggage she usually brought in tow, her little Toyota Escort was packed with fifty pounds of her favorite bride magazines, colored sketches and findings from the internet, flower vases, bridesmaid shoes, etc. Her excitement was contagious!
However, it's taken me awhile to catch on to her excitement. For her father and I, this is the third wedding in four years and will be the largest. We're a little tired. I feel bad about that, but I think it is to be expected. Lately I've been comparing the situation to her childhood birthday parties. She was the last calendar birthday of the year. By the time we got around to September, it took some extra willpower to pull that fourth one off. I hope I did it justice. So, her father and I will tighten our belts, take a deep breath, move to the edge, and take the deep plunge a third and final time. This will be an event worthy of celebration. Families and friends will gather. There will be laughter and tears, conversations remembered and memories made. I hope the photographer catches them all. She's getting paid for it.
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