We could see the groom as we approached the ceremony. Beside him stood the father of the bride, our dear friend.
Immediately, I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.
The mere site of a father trying to hold it together for his wife and daughter brought a lump to my throat.
Before we had children, weddings were always purely joyous events for me. I identified with the bride and groom and saw all of the beauty…all of the possibilities…that lay ahead of them.
My kids have changed everything.
As I watched the bride, so incredibly young and beautiful, walking down the aisle on her father’s arm, all I could see was our Katie.
And in an instant she was no longer just four years old. She was suddenly 21, walking down the aisle to marry her fiancé.
As the bride kissed her father and took her fiancés hand, I could see our little girl and her daddy and I couldn’t keep the tears from falling.
The groom, young, yet solid and responsible, broke my heart just a bit more.
I’ve seen firsthand just how quickly the years fly by and my heart hurt at the thought of our son growing and leaving home.
If you had asked me five years ago if I would ever be this sentimental, I would have laughed.
I would have said that there was nothing more beautiful than a couple promising forever to one another.
My children have changed my perspective on nearly everything.
And while marriage is lovely, what would be even more beautiful would be a way to slow time down.
Because time truly flies by.
Do you struggle with the same thing? Please tell me I’m not the only one who is this over-dramatic…