Right in the middle of an ordinary life,
Love gives us a fairy tale.” ~ Anonymous
It really did seem like a fairy tale.
Amid fragrant, gorgeous flowers and glowing candlelight, there stood the handsome prince, tall and oh, so charming.
When the beautiful princess arrived attired in a stunning gown befitting the ball, she created a vision of loveliness as all eyes turned to her.
At the first glimpse of his princess slowly making her way to join him, the prince’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of his true love.
A bevy of lovely lasses arrayed in flowing gowns of purple, the color of royalty, served as ladies in waiting. A gaggle of good-looking gentlemen, spruced up and dashing, escorted the fair maidens.
It was my son’s wedding just a few weeks ago – a fairy tale wedding with a happily ever after
It’s taken me some time to be able to write about this celebration. I needed to process, weigh, and consider the feelings that washed over me throughout the wedding weekend and since.
Not because it wasn’t a joyous occasion, it truly was! We were exuberant with happiness, welcoming a new member to our family, so very pleased and delighted for the newly married couple.
The wedding ceremony proved beautiful and meaningful as the two of them pledged their love to one another until death do they part.
Later, we feasted on sumptuous food, toasted the happy couple, and danced the night away at the reception with family and friends.
Yes, it did seem like a fairy tale, but the love that permeated their wedding day was much more real than fairy tale love. It was love with purpose.
Even though rain descended on the wedding day, sunshine reigned in our hearts and love was the conduit. Like sunbeams reflecting onto a piece of glass and spreading out in multiple rays, love cast its light in several directions.
My son’s best guy friends all gathered to cheer on and support their friend as he took the biggest step in his life into matrimony. Every one of those young men has been a blessing to my son and to our family as well.
Cuff links that once adorned my father’s dress shirts. The ones that my beloved dad, before he passed away, gifted to my son, the grandson he named.
The fact that my son chose to wear those special items of jewelry linked more than just his shirt cuffs, they linked present to the past. Love remembered and honored from grandfather to grandson.
And love – that once in lifetime kind of love that waits for the right one –bestowed itself when my son’s bride quietly and privately presented the purity ring, which graced her finger until her wedding day, to her groom.
Our family traveled to the state next door for the nuptials. The evening prior to the ceremony, we all enjoyed the rehearsal and a scrumptious rehearsal dinner.
Afterwards, everyone helped themselves to an ice cream sundae bar graciously hosted by the bride’s parents at their home.
The next morning – the wedding day – we texted our son, who was staying in the same hotel as us, to join us. Nine of us piled into cars in pursuit of breakfast together.
Much discussion ensued as to where we would eat and after several changes of mind, we wound up at a family style restaurant nearby. Totally random and totally unplanned, we thought.
As our waitress Shirley good-naturedly took our orders, my sister casually mentioned that we were celebrating her nephew’s wedding that day. Shirley congratulated my son warmly.
We stuffed ourselves with breakfast food, shared stories and teasing, and enjoyed each other around the tables pushed together to accommodate us. As we prepared to leave, our waitress reappeared at our table and asked, “Would you do something for me?”
Sure, we answered, not knowing that she would actually do something for us instead. She asked if she could give us a blessing on our son’s wedding day. We assented, and right there in the middle of a Bob Evans Family Restaurant, that waitress asked us to stand in a circle, holding hands.
She joined hands with us and prayed the sweetest words over our day. She asked the Lord on behalf of our family for a beautiful wedding day for our son/brother/nephew/brother-in-law/friend and his bride.
She prayed for blessings for their new life together, for their children, and their grandchildren. Her prayer for a total stranger and his bride, my son and soon to be daughter-in-law, moved me to tears and prompted me to give Shirley a huge hug as we departed.
We hurried away to prepare for our son’s big day, but I couldn’t stop marveling at that waitress and how obedient she was to the Lord’s prompting. I believe He tapped her gently on the shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Pray for them.”
And she, in faith and obedience, did so. In front of other patrons, her fellow workers, and us. What a walking testimony she provided to each one of us that day.
That testimony was just another example of love – yet another ray of light piercing the rainy day. Even rain and a chill in the air could not dampen the joy and love we all experienced that amazing day. A love that is real. A love with purpose. A love story written by the Almighty God.
Yes, it seemed like a fairy tale, but it was real. Really wonderful. Really blessed. Really love.