A Wedding Story
"Her mother and I do," my dad said to the pastor, as Dad officially "gave me away." Then Pastor Brian sat down and my dad, Pastor Sam, stood in front of the church to perform the rest of the wedding. "I used to walk in the fields behind our neighborhood, praying for Beth's future husband," Dad told us. "And [looking at The Engineer] I was praying for you." I wasn't the only one with tear-filled eyes and a joyful smile.
He took his guitar and stood before a microphone. I picked up a mic too. And we began to sing. Throughout the wedding up to that point I'd been nervous, happy, and weepy, all at once. But when we sang to each other, most of my nerves fled, and the wedding became even more distinctly ours. I looked at The Engineer, playing the music he'd composed, as we sang the words that I had written, and I believed we'd be making music together "'til death do us part."
Thank you for nine beautiful years, my Engineer!
Then & Now:
A Baby Story:
I had shown up for my scheduled induction, progressed nicely, gotten an epidural, and pushed out my first baby, after less than five hours of labor. Everything had gone smoothly and according to plan.
What I didn't expect was my reaction when my just-born baby girl was handed to me, warm and slippery and perfect. I was filled with an intense joy I'd never felt in what was unquestionably the most awe-filled, wonderful moment of my life up to that point.
In that instant I was stunned to learn that birth is more than a means to an end. Giving birth is a pivotal, defining moment for a woman, a truly miraculous experience that leaves the mother forever changed. This truth altered my whole attitude about birth, leading to an entirely different labor experience with my second--but that's a story for another day.
Happy third birthday, my beautiful Chickie!
Then & Now: