Savannah saw a wedding picture of us the other day, and I think for the first time she realized it was us, her Daddy and Mommy. She gazed at it with something akin to awe, and then whispered, "Mama...were you a princess? Is that your crown?"
7 years ago, on June 1, 2002, I got to be a princess for a day.
We planned an evening outdoor wedding, thinking how romantic it would be to get married as the sun set.
There was just one tiny little problem. That morning, the skies opened up and it poured rain. Water pooled in the yard, and everything turned to soggy mush. We thought about implementing plan B and moving it to a church somewhere, but I just didn't want to.
So we prayed. A lot. And sometime in the afternoon, the sun came out.
The day turned out to be so gorgeous. It wasn't without flaws, or course - it was a little too breezy, and so we weren't able to do the unity candle. And we had two huge flower bouquets that were supposed to grace the sides of the arch where we stood to say our vows, and it was even too windy for that - they kept blowing over.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was this:
(On a side note...Savannah is looking over my shoulder as I type this, and keeps asking, "But where am I, Mama?")
And all of that crazy rain produced this amazing sunset....
He's still my Prince Charming. And I'm still his princess, even if I don't get the chance to don my "princess crown" much these days.
Thanks to Kelly at Kelly's Korner for hosting!