She was dressed all in white, tiny, white pearls in her long curled hair. Tanned by the sun, smile, as bright as the sun, dancing up to me. “Where were you? I was looking for you to dance with me.”
In my mind, I had just been gone a short while, but actually I have no idea how long I was gone. ” I danced with you,” I said with a smile on my face.
Looking back now, I wish I had stayed on the dance floor longer with her and everyone else that was dancing. The thought made me wonder about things. My thirty-year-old, beautiful, shining as the sun, daughter, wanted to dance with me, on her wedding day. Out of one hundred and sixty people, she was looking for me? Did I make a mistake? Did I make the most of every opportunity? Had I missed something important?
I mean, I was the mother of the bride, but this was her day, not mine. Wow, what an honor, of all the people, she wanted me to be dancing with her! She must really love me, I thought. I love her more than she’ll ever know. Maybe when she has a daughter of her own, she’ll understand. Such a feeling of pride you get when gazing at such beauty and realizing that you have been blessed beyond measure. That somehow everything turned out o.k. That God had been watching over her and I, all the days of our lives! That all the prayers had been heard. God loves her even more than I do. Awesome. I may not have danced the entire time, but I was connecting with family and friends. That was important too. It had been a blessed, magical day! A day I’ll never forget.
