My first born....

Indulge me a little as I am the mother of a bride. My oldest daughter is getting married in two months. It's hard to believe. She asked for Tinkerbell collector's dolls for Christmas. Hannah is such a beautiful mixture of woman and child. She's becoming more womanly as the days progress. One day she wears a t-shirt with a character on it, then for a few days she dresses like a gypsy with flowing skirts and scarves. Another day she looks like a typical 24 year old. Our Nanner has always been predictable and yet full of surprises. The surprises are her creativity. I have always been delightfully amazed at just how original her pictures that she draws are and how uniquely her details bring her pictures to life. Along the lines of creativity out of the box, she wants a Medieval wedding party. The guests can dress traditionally, but Hannah and her groom with their attendents will be in Medieval garb. I can't wait! I can wait for her to leave. I'd keep her forever if I could. But she's disappearing evenings and weekends to be with her betrothed. I'm getting used to her being gone, but will never like it. Hannah's smile lights up the room and her laugh fills it. Hannah has always been my pride and joy. She's at work planning her wedding. She's working hard at her job. She's going to pre-marital classes. She's taking a class at Richland College. She's growing up...when she's not playing video games. Hannah is so special!

Wedding plans materilaizing...

I have been having the most fun helping my daughter plan her wedding. Funny thing about young people in love, they tend to spend every waking moment together! We hadn't seen too much of Hannah until lately. We spent one Saturday afternoon getting material for the dresses. Then we were blessed with a Sunday afternoon putting together the invitations. We've had so much to talk about lately and have had so much fun doing the talking, too. It's hard to believe my baby is getting married. I'm off tomorrow from my day job and will start making the dress. I remember the first dress I made for her when she was a baby. Now my last dress, of sorts. What a privilege.