She was an astonishingly beautiful bride, Pete’s mother and my daughter. Most brides glow and she did, but there was something else, something I just couldn’t put my finger on, that made the way she looked more unique. There seemed to be an added radiance that you don’t normally see. Her cap sleeved, v-necked white silk wedding gown was simple and unadorned, but fit perfectly and draped magnificently to the floor where it trumpeted out slightly beneath her toned and tiny frame. There wasn’t enough material to constitute a train, but it gave the most elegant and yet simple illusion. She wore a pearl and silver ankle bracelet above rhinestone sandals and carried a simple bouquet of white roses with green leaves and just a touch of red in the center.
She designed the bouquet herself and opted to make it divisible into two separate bouquets, so that she could leave half of it for Pete at his memorial site, the place they had chosen to be wed. What a loving gesture that is for a mother to make to her beloved departed older son. Her groom sported a yellow and apricot colored rose boutonniere on his dark sport coat with a pale striped shirt and gorgeous tie. Bella, her faithful dog, was dolled up with a sheer gold ribbon around her neck.
The bride and groom wanted their marriage vows to be very private and personal for them alone with no guests at the ceremony, but invited to celebrate afterwards at the reception held in a beautiful and elegant historic hotel’s restaurant and bar. Fate, or perhaps divine intervention, blessed them with a passerby who stopped and volunteered to take pictures of the newlyweds, thus providing a way to share the event with the rest of us and to record it for posterity.
It had rained the entire time it took for them to drive up the mountain and continued until the minute they stepped out of their vehicle. Amazingly, the sun came out and remained out until the very minute that they returned to their car after the wedding, when it began raining again and continued throughout the rest of the evening.
There is one picture of my daughter in her wedding dress that she posted on her Facebook page as her profile and I immediately copied it to proudly show to my own friends. Comments began pouring in about how especially beautiful the bride was. One of my girlfriends from way back in high school made the most profound statement of all when she said, “I feel Pete would have liked that…a new beginning for his mother and he was included. She looks like she was touched by an angel…heavenly.”
I immediately had my answer for the reason she seemed to radiate more than the normal glow of a bride! This wedding was different by choice and for a very special reason. It was held high on a Colorado mountain in a sacred and breath-taking location, God’s most glorious cathedral, and now we know that there was a righteous reason for that. What a magnificent gift to receive such a heavenly benediction to their wedding. May such blessings forever follow their marriage.
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