There she was on this very special day in a room full of women, all there to show their love and support.
First, her grandmother, lovingly sewing a piece of lace from her great grandmother’s wedding dress into her wedding dress. Something old for sure, but a part of her history–a history of strong, caring and vibrant women.
Her aunt, or maybe her second mother. Always willing to care for her and her brothers in my absence, be it my choice or hers. Always there to celebrate the successes. There to support, to love, to provide shelter, a listening ear and an open heart during the storms of her life.
The friends. Some made as a young child, others made as a grown woman. All were there together to love her, to dance with her, to show support and care for her.
Other women came in and out throughout the day…a hug, a kiss, “you look beautiful,” “I love you,” “I am so happy for you,”…
And finally, I was there, her mother. A mother who had given birth to her early one snowy January morning. A mother who fed her, photographed her smiles, watched her walk her first steps, sent her off to school, to camp, to life. A mother who was there to celebrate the successes, and a few times to discipline the poor choices.
It was her wedding. A day spent surrounded by other women, both young and old, who love and cherish everything about her. Women who will stay by her side throughout the wonderful days and the challenging days.
“Friendships with your girl friends are important to nurture,” I always told her. ”They will be a special part of your life that no one else can fill.” This day she saw that.
Much love and many thanks to all the women who have surrounded Sarah throughout her life, who surrounded her on her wedding day and will continue to surround her for all the years to come.





