On a side note, I've had several questions about Dorothy's dress - No, we didn't make it. We were so thrilled to have such a special dress for Dorothy. It was like a gift from the Lord.
So, here goes......
She is sitting in an armchair in her bridal suite, a bouquet of brightly colored flowers in her lap. Martha and I are sitting at her feet, gently rubbing them. In about 10 minutes, Dorothy will walk through the grass on the arm of her father to be married to the love of her life.
Scriptures about brides and what they do and represent, and about all Christ has done for us, are put up on the walls, and when Mariah went around the room and read them out loud, I almost started crying. If the mirrors along the walls could tell a story, they would tell you that a little bit ago, after a thousand admiring, scrutinizing glances from a room full of woman, after the bride came in from the hairdresser’s, after the dozens of ladies laughing and gasping in pleasure, everyone tripped out for a bit, and a mother and her daughter had a quiet time together in the room, and hugged very tightly. Then later, when the Mama buttoned up her little girl in her white dress, her heart beat high with love, and with those things that only a mother can feel as she does the final polishing on a jewel that she has been hewing and molding and polishing and preparing, for this day, for 20 years. And now she is finished, and the ruby that glistens before her today, as she gives it away, has never been more dear, more precious then now, when one peacefully places her into the care of another. The mother and her little girl love each other very, very much.
We all three grab a frapp and take a self timer portait.She takes a pen and writes in her journal....A little bit ago, Esther and Katie kissed the bride before joining the other flower girls and mommies in the next room...Oh, what a precious time this is!!
Outside, guests, arrayed in their pretty, summer hued costumes, visit and look charming under some huge hat, or a pair of the prefect shades, some resting under a white canopy, talking, laughing, greeting each other with excited hellos, hugs, kisses or some manly slap on the back. Waiting, fanning them selves or little ones….notes of heavenly music are dancing around in the wind, their origin a quartet seated a little distance away, their bows and fingers putting into song what our hearts feel inside. Peace, and gratefulness, and almost uncontainable joy. Pure awe.
The July noon sun shines down brightly, but a little breeze cools your face, and you laugh with the sound of a baby on your hip as you spot a precious friend a few faces through the crowd…voices and laughter and birds chirping and the sound of a cow in a near by field bellowing her congratulations makes you laugh. The white dots of goats or sheep over in the field hop and nibble in the deep green grass, looking like cotton blossoms amongst the green leaves of it’s sturdy stalks…green ferns rest at the base of each column of the pergola under which, I assume, the wedding ceremony will take place here in just a very few minutes…boughs of tender, green maple leaves cover the top of the wooden structure, brought up from the deep woods the day before, and tossed up on top by a hoard of jostling, laughing young men. Above the shady leaves, white clouds float like piles of soft snow in a sea of bright blue silk, their shapes changing with the wind that smells like fresh cut hay…Groomsmen and brides maids and family all are here, greeting people and visiting…Dorothy’s mother is in green linen, Noah’s mother in blue of the same…hats and brightly colored umbrellas and white parasols poke up through the faces here and there, casting a circle of shade over the little group huddled there. Now, I see the preacher and two men praying together…Up on the second story deck of the barn, I spot a bridesmaid in blue, peering through the window and taking pictures of all that’s moving and happening here, and then she’s gone…only a few more minutes left!
~~~~~~~~~~“Oh, y‘all, girls, I see him, Dee! He’s walking up!!” grabbing ring and flowers and her train, we all three scurry out into the bigger room where flowers girls, mommies, and her Daddy wait. They’re all looking out the windows, at Noah and his dad walking, confidently, smilingly and purposefully down the lane leading to the pergola. Strains of violins are heard, and the flower girls are herded near the door. Daddy, beaming, comes up and takes Dorothy’s arm in his. “You Ok, dar’lin?” he asks gently. I straighten her veil, and smooth her train. Her little arm is lost in Daddy’s big one. Her other hand holds her flowers, and Martha and I position ourselves behind them. The most beautiful piano piece in the world is beginning now. Little flowergirls are walking out now, and now the little wagon with babies in white dresses tumble over the threshold….the rest of them, trailing behind, are tossing out petals in the grass-blue ones, white and yellow ones, making a path of flowers for Dorothy. Daddy makes a little joke, and we all laugh…”Sure do love you, dar’lin” Daddy says. “I love you too, Daddy” , quietly. He looks back at me and Marth and smiles and we all tell each other we love you. Our voices are shaky. Uncle Bret, over in his chair at the sound booth starts counting “Ok, y’all-10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1-Alrighy. There you go….”
There she is! She is walking towards us, on her Dad’s arm…her white train trails behind her, and her two sisters, with white parasols, walk a little ways behind….Dorothy’s face is covered in veiling, and she is coming nearer, nearer…they come, now, under the pergola, and the music is just now ending...
"Family and friends.” Uncle Marc’s voice begins, confidently sounding out into the air. "We are assembled here, in the presence of God, to witness the union of Noah Edwin Sanders and Dorothy Jeanine Morton...."and then the words of this life changing ceremony continue...
Soon Daddy spoke of how, as a symbol, as he lifted the veil from her face, he lifted his authority over her off with it, and he now gives her to Noah, to be under his authority and protection….The groom’s father now speaks on the vows to come, and explains what they mean, and why they are pledged. She hands off her flowers, and they, holding hands, face each other-tenderly, confidently, joyfully, soberly. Now, they are saying their vows to one another, before Almighty God, and before this gathering of witnesses.
It is a holy time.
Now, they step to the side, and are taking their first communion together as a man and wife. Be Thou My Vision is heard, it's familiar melody filling the air…Next, they’re walking over to sign the marriage document.
And now, they step off to the side, and Dorothy unfurls a little white parasol. What is this? They share their first kiss behind the cover of this artful little accessory! I do hear some sighs and chuckles. It was a rather long tete-a-tete, and we all clapped and smiled when they came out and did a quick one for all of us, after Uncle Marc announced,
"It is with great pleasure that I now present to you-Mr. and Mrs. Noah Sanders. What God hath made, let no man put asunder."
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Alas, I mostly have pictures of precious guests and attendants, so I shall post what I have-for pictures of our darling, wonderful couple, go to:
Deep South Images (the official photographer)
And now, off to the reception and picture taking!Aunt Lisa, dearly beloved friend....More of Dorothy's precious sisters and friends, who all love her so, so much.Campbell and Rosie practice their smilies... ;)... the incredible photographer!! We cannot say enough thank yous to the wonderful Keen family and Deep South Images.....God bless you!Marty McBeth - such a dear friend to the brideGabriella - simply lovely
Wesley, Rachel and their adorable little ones!
We absolutely have the cutest sisters in law ever!! We all love them so!! :)
LOL, I laugh when I look at this. Caleb must have eaten something harmful from the kitchen. ;)
Nana !The grooms's brother and nephew. I think that's too cool. :DAmanda Whitney - lovely brides maid, culinary artist, kitchen director, secretary, comforter of mother and daughters, sweet friend and the event planner's secret weapon for the stress-free wedding!!Inside, beauty abounds! These cakes were amazing...Jen T. took Dorothy's pictures and made it even more beautiful.This picture makes me miss Auntie. We love her, for many reasons and with all her expressions...and that shirt...I want it when you are ready for something new!!
The hat in the background was just a taste of the style and panache that abounded at the wedding. What fun!!