There is so much I want to record about the wedding. I haven't even shared the showers yet and the top tier is already frozen.
But while I'm trying to get over a sinus infection and unpack a gazillion wedding boxes - please enjoy this video. It's a six minute highlight of the wedding, and it tempts me into wanting to see more.
My nephew, Christopher, has blessed us with this gift to treasure the night. He is professional and kind in remembering that Ruben's grandparents are deaf. Christopher is so talented; at only sixteen years old it is obvious he has a great future ahead of him. God has blessed him tremendously, and blessed us with the joy of not only his gift, but of knowing him and loving him.
Thank you sweet Christopher, Aunt Rie loves you.
If you like what you see, pass it on . . . the more the merrier! Have a dressed up day! . . . put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
When Your Heart is Beating in the Past
In a rare moment of quiet I sit at the computer to find choices for the father and daughter dance at the wedding.
I listen to Michael W. Smith and Tim McGraw and Heartland and Lady Antebellum and Bruce Springsteen and Nick Lachey and Matthew West - and with each song I think it gets a little harder to breathe.
From I Loved Her First to Dancing Away With My Heart to How to Say Goodbye to When You Need Me to Stealing Cinderella and This I Swear and My Little Girl - there are so many choices and every song takes a little bit more of my breath away.
I remind myself this is a joyous time and the beginning of the best years of her life.
He walks in the door and comes to the computer, her daddy, and stands not moving. I tell him I have him three choices and he needs to listen and choose which song he wants. I play the beginning of the first one. He doesn't move.
And then . . .
He walks away. He just walks away without a word.
Sometimes I just know my man.
Do you want me to choose it?
Yeah, you choose it.
And that is the end of that. I'll choose, cause his heart beats with the rhythm of a daddy days away from walking the aisle with the little girl who used to ride his shoulders.
And some things are just a little too much for a heart.
I listen to Michael W. Smith and Tim McGraw and Heartland and Lady Antebellum and Bruce Springsteen and Nick Lachey and Matthew West - and with each song I think it gets a little harder to breathe.
From I Loved Her First to Dancing Away With My Heart to How to Say Goodbye to When You Need Me to Stealing Cinderella and This I Swear and My Little Girl - there are so many choices and every song takes a little bit more of my breath away.
I remind myself this is a joyous time and the beginning of the best years of her life.
He walks in the door and comes to the computer, her daddy, and stands not moving. I tell him I have him three choices and he needs to listen and choose which song he wants. I play the beginning of the first one. He doesn't move.
And then . . .
He walks away. He just walks away without a word.
Sometimes I just know my man.
Do you want me to choose it?
Yeah, you choose it.
And that is the end of that. I'll choose, cause his heart beats with the rhythm of a daddy days away from walking the aisle with the little girl who used to ride his shoulders.
And some things are just a little too much for a heart.
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