Met the mother-of-the-bride yesterday and I like her very much. Truly believe we could go out for a meal alone, and be perfectly comfortable together. And she appears to love our son. A win. The girls said she has him call her Mama. Okay, I can deal with that. A good thing. She got to our meeting with dried mud on her pants' hem. Had been out riding her horse. Yeah, I like her. I'd share a grandbaby with her, when/if the time comes.
This is grace.
And saw the wedding site, reception rooms---all of it beautiful.
The only odd part, and our girls said the same---with the bride's family paying for everything with abandon, it causes us to be sitting on the outskirts of all the plans. Photographer, a DJ, caterers, etc. Folks spend lots of money. My goodness. And really, with the bride not having a church, or her parents either, it forces them to use public facilities that otherwise would be at their disposal with a home congregation. That is unfortunate. A group of women to watch your back is always welcome, but they don't have that.
We'll just flow with it.
And none of our sons will bring dates, turns out, to either the rehearsal or wedding. Their decisions, or work schedules not coinciding. Interesting.
God is moving, and I just need to continue to stand back and let Him.
(listening to Joni Mitchell's Amelia and The Circle Game)
(listening to Joni Mitchell's Amelia and The Circle Game)
