“Oh, it’s my colander!” she squealed. “Look, my Fiesta pitcher!” As my niece opened gifts at her wedding shower, she was smiling non-stop, and as she lifted up each ordinary household item she received to be admired, you could see her happiness.
Her young cousins didn’t get it. “Oh, another dishtowel. You sure got a lot of towels.”
The other twenty-somethings were delighted with the “bride and groom voo-doo dolls,” howling with laughter over them.
But us “mature women,” the bride’s mom, future mother-in-law, grandma, and aunts, all brides once ourselves, we got it. That glow of happiness, that delight in measuring cups and casserole dishes, is anticipation of the future. Small pieces of the beginning of her own home, her own family. A dream coming true. The love of family and friends surrounding her and wishing her well. Hope and confidence in the joys of life to come.
It will be a day to remember, a feeling to hold on to and to share through the years.
Best wishes, our dear girl!