A sound bite for a radio program came on this morning, something to the tune of things that put you in awe of God... teared up.
Like I figured, seeing my oldest son get married brought a great amount of joy, awe & love to my heart. Mix in with the expected frustration with my ex-husband and his life, and having to share the moment with someone who doesn't really feel like they deserve to be there.
Weddings are stressful. We had some stress. I would venture to say each one of us felt it on some level.
I felt it when Leah & Zach were both not ready for to leave for the rehearsal dinner when I told them to be. Then when it took us about 20 minutes longer than I had expected (or been told) it would take to get there (thank you gps, we didn't listen to him again). I felt it again when I didn't feel like I was really being involved enough in the preparing process & wished I could do more.
Felt a little shock when I saw the dress my ex-husband's wife wore.
REALLY, felt panic when we couldn't find the ring for about 10 minutes. That happened. NOT A GOOD FEELING.
Zach was feeling the pressure of the best man speech. He was DEFINITELY feeling it when the ring was missing for that 10 minutes. All around he seemed to be burdened all day. I have a number of photos of him, where he just looks awful. I hope the real photos of him, he looks better than the ones I have.
I hope that James & Brookelyn were feeling the day went smooth. Outside of that whole ring thing.
I know, need to tell to you about the ring thing. I asked for the rings to give to the photographers, Zach had Brookelyn's ring. (which kind of surprised me, I know he was the best man, but still!) I took the rings, gave them to the photographer. After our family photos, someone asked where the rings were & Zach said that I had taken it from him and that he didn't have it.
I figured the photographers must still have them (but it surprised me that they would, I would NEVER want to be responsible for the rings that long!) I went and asked the photographer, and she said that she gave it to James who gave it to Zach.
And Zach doesn't have them.
Panic sets in.
James gets wind of it, and tries to leave the family photos he was taking with Brooke's family to come look. I told him I would find it, he needed to stay where he was. He wasn't happy. Obviously.
We started searching pockets, praying & thinking, replaying the events & trying to remember what happened.
There was the whole, wear the jackets or don't wear the jackets dilemma, and they took their jackets to the photos & then didn't use them and put them in a pile. A group of wedding party decided to head back to were they took the photos to search. It was in the box, so at least we knew that much.
They were in the parking lot when Alex felt in another suit coat pocket and found it!
I guess when they threw their coats in a pile, Zach didn't get the same one back. SO glad, thankful that it was found that quickly!
That was the worst feeling I have felt in a long time. Glad that didn't last long.
My overall impression of the day was feeling totally blessed, in awe of my blessings... thankfulness that my line of vision did not include my ex or his wife very often.
I'll share more photos later.
In His Grip,