Going to a Grandson's Wedding

Our oldest grandchildren have reached the age where wedding bells are in the air. Today we will joyfully attend the marriage ceremony and feast of a grandson, the fourth celebration of its kind for us. I've been thinking about the three previous weddings: the first in Texas during COVID, the second in Virginia with a raging thunderstorm that knocked out the electricity at the reception, the third in Ohio on a beautiful fall day, and now this fourth event which will leave its own lovely and unique memories.

Every wedding we attend reminds me of our own wedding back in 1969, but family weddings are special. What struck me today during my morning prayer was the memory of the nuptual blessing -- that you might see your children and your children's children. 

Of Family Weddings and Winnie the Pooh

Well, our happy wedding weekend has ended and we are back to ordinary time until the next wedding in October between our oldest granddaughter, who is the oldest grandchild, and her wonderful fiancé only about a week after our own 55th wedding anniversary. She is marrying a man I have learned to love for his gentleness, kindness, and wisdom. His name isn't Joseph, but he looks like I imagine St. Joseph looked. Like Joseph, he works with his hands in construction.  What a joy to anticipate that next happy family event when they unite in holy matrimony. Larry and I are never more delighted than when we are celebrating with family and what a joy weddings are in a culture that thinks sacred promises are weird and hates children.