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t was a ceremonial occasion–Mom zipping up my dress and helping me attach the veil. Months before the wedding I tried on my mother’s darling wedding dress, just for kicks. I stood in front of the mirror with Mom, we breathed in nostalgia, and we breathed out ridiculous laughter. First off, her dress is the tiniest thing you’ve ever seen, and would never have fit me without some major alterations. Additionally, the style (though very classy) was a bit on the 1980’s-meets-a-lace-cupcake side. On her it was adorable. On me it was hilarious. But I did choose to wear her veil (and the beadwork even matched my dress).
The day of my wedding was full of moments I wanted to remember forever, but it has taken me nearly three years to understand the significance of wearing that puffy bit of tulle. My photographer friend snapped away and I floated through the moment. Eyes were dewey, and I grinned like a chimpanzee (seriously, some of my wedding photos are a trifle embarrassing).
The funny thing is, I had worn her veil my whole life. Under her surrounding love I had lived. It was full of protection, humor, and an understanding of reality based on her past, based on years of life before me. She made selfless decisions for my brothers and me based on what God had taught her and the places she had been. The veil was her love. And really, I still wear it.
As I pledged my life and love to a man, I was covered with so much love, with years of Mom telling me that when you know, you know. All the quirks of family life and ordinary days come to a crescendo on a day like one’s wedding.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! Thank you for covering with your prayers, love, and a bit of crazy. And thanks for knowing my secrets and still thinking I can do anything. Proverbs 31 says a noble wife (and mama) are rare and the kiddos will rise up and called her “blessed.” I sure do.
Photos: Copyright Tori Watson Photography
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