Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Eighteen Days and Counting

It's been a whirlwind around here.

This was Brad and Tucker on Friday.
 It's a very strange feeling when your kids pack up everything they ever owned and move out for the last time.  It's different when they leave for college--you know they will be back home that summer.  It's even different when they leave for a mission, because even though it will be two years until you see them again, you know that your kid will be home again.

When they pack up all of their stuff--their books and their clothes and even their childhood mementos--because they are getting married, it rings with a different tone.  This is the end of their time under your roof.  This is the end of their accountability to you. 

See that cool trunk?  Yeah, that's what I found at the auction for Karli's bridal shower.With industrial casters on the bottom, it makes a really cool coffee table.  Can I tell you how excited I am that I'm getting a daughter-in-law who loves auctions and vintage finds just about as much as I do?  

Then, later Friday afternoon, Tucker looked like this . . .
. . . as he nervously prayed that the rain would stop long enough for the photographer to take some pre-wedding pictures. He paced back and forth and sweated in the near-Florida humidity as he waited for Karli to arrive.
When he turned around and saw his bride for the first time, I can tell you that tears stung my eyes.  I saw how he looked at her.  How she looked at him.  And at that moment, my heart was overflowing with joy, knowing that these two have found "The One" in each other.
Brad drove them up to Provo on Sunday night (and drove home alone last night), helped them unload their moving van, and got Tucker settled into their apartment.  For the next two weeks, Karli will camp out on the floor of a friend's apartment as they both count the last eighteen days they will have to be apart.

I am so excited for them.

Then the real adventure will begin.  My role will fade into the background, and they will turn to each other for advice, comfort, stability, and trust. 

It's hard on moms--these weddings.

It's a good hard, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

12 comments:

  1. my heart caught in my throat....again i blink in reading and there i see you gain another beautiful family member!
    i'm soooo excited for you.

    here i'm still in the "my 1st born in a senior how do i cope" moment.

    the trunk was beautiful! i adore your finds!

    congrats!!!

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  2. I love your last sentence--it made me tear up and get a lump in my throat. Kesa

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  3. Can't wait to get down there and witness all the excitement!

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  4. The way that Tucker is looking at her is perfect!! Every bride should get looked at lovingly like that. Wish I was coming.

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  5. I can't believe that in 18 days Tucker will be a husband and will be starting a family of his own. I'm so excited for you and your family :) They are a gorgeous couple just from the little bit you shared in your post.

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  6. I love them, and I love you. Oh, and I love the trunk. Beautiful post, made me a little misty. "Our" boy is all grown up.

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  7. Oh my goodnes, that last picture is beautiful. What a gorgeous bride Tucker will have! I hope each one of my children will find someone to look at and someone who looks at them that way. Beautiful! Can't wait to see the photos revealed :)

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  8. 'Good hard', indeed. That's the way it should be, and I'm so happy for you that you will have a daughter-in-law that shares your value for the big things in life as well as for the little pleasures like antiquing!

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  9. What a sweet time, the fulfillment of so many hopes.

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  10. It is definitely bittersweet. But so rewarding.

    And yes, he looks at her in just the right way to please any mother's heart.

    =)

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