Once upon a time, I was only the mother of the sweetest baby girl. We were inseparable.
We traveled the country for her Irish dancing competitions, spent hours at the kitchen table homeschooling, and even more time curled up on the couch watching mindless TV and chick-flicks and just “being” together.
We talked about boys and life, and we joked about the guys she knew. We especially laughed about this one.
Her best friend and the son of a friend of mine. She laughed when we called him her future husband, because he was “just Jack,” and she didn’t think about him that way at all.
He was the guy she took to homecoming dances because she wasn’t allowed a date, but we would let her go with her friend.
He made her laugh. Always.
Then came the day he stopped by the house on his way home from college. He’d lost a bet to her, and she got to color his hair blue.
Their eyes met as she walked down the stairs, and I knew that he suddenly wasn’t “just Jack” any more.
This weekend they announced to the world the words we’ve known were coming, and “just Jack” became her fiance.
Their smiles say it all.
It’s not every woman who gets to be the mother of a newborn and the Mother of the Bride at the same time. Our family is leaping from seven children to nine, and we are incredibly blessed and excited to see what the future holds.
Welcome to the family, Jack! I hope you’re ready for us!
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