It was an outdoor wedding, Lovely in its simplicity, just Five in the wedding party and Ten family members looking on, Cheering them on. The bride was radiant in her Bouffant gown while the groom Waited in the gazebo, grinning, Just babies, grown up much Too soon. My granddaughter's arm was Linked in her dad's until he Handed her hand over to her Beloved, her new protector. The pastor admonished them: "Remember this: This occasion is Not a ceremony, but a covenant. Remember this: Always give, Always forgive." David was eager. He spoke his "I do" too quickly. Lia spoke her words in response, So softly, I strained to hear. I tried to capture the mixture of Solemnity and gaiety that was Taking place in this hallowed space, but It was too much to absorb in the Moment. Later I would untangle my thoughts. I wondered about Lia's birth mom, Halfway around the world, unknown to us, And totally unaware that her baby had Become a bride. But on this blissful day I beamed enough For both of us. |