
Jenna’s recent wedding series in the
Birth/First Parent Blog and the recent marathon of wedding related television shows on the Style Network have the subject of weddings on my brain. I’m not thinking of my own wedding (although it was lovely) but I’m thinking of a wedding that will take place one day far, far in the future. I’m thinking of the day that Charlie will be all grown up and will stand before his friends, family, and God and vow his love and devotion to a beautiful bride.
I’ve let my thoughts wander into the future to Noah’s wedding day and can see myself teary eyed as I light a unity candle. I see myself wearing a beautiful corsage as I stand in family photos to the left of Noah and his bride and her parents to the right. But when my mind wanders into the future and thinks of Charlie’s wedding, I don’t know where to put myself. I don’t know exactly what my role will be.
I’ve come across a few articles lately that are personal stories of how both the birth and adoptive families were or could be acknowledged in a wedding. In a
Minneapolis newspaper, I recently read the
story of a young woman named Emily was getting married and honored both her birthmother (who died of breast cancer when she was a young child) and her adoptive mother (who married her dad not long after her biological mother died and then legally adopted her) by having a wedding gown custom made from each of their wedding dresses. After hiring a designer, the beadwork from her adoptive mother’s dress became the bodice of a strapless silk gown worn over the liner of her birth mother’s dress.
Then there was the Reader’s Digest article that I
blogged about not too long ago in which the adoptive father comments that he and his daughter’s birthfather will walk her down the aisle some day.
Those examples give me hope and I know that just as I have been included in birthday, Christmas, and other celebrations in Charlie’s life, I will be included in some way in his wedding as well.