August is a hot, dry month in Missouri. But is is all greenery and baby’s breath in my mind, because our clan obviously confused August with June. All three of our daughters were late-summer brides. Two of them had outdoor weddings on the hottest day of their particular summers. I don’t really remember the heat.
I remember Serenity walking down the aisle on our front porch. The same porch she sat on for ten summers watching Michael play in our yard, throw firecrackers under our windows, and drive by in his noisy sports car. Flowers fell from the sky like a benediction when they said, “I do.”
I remember Felicity pausing to tie all the bridal bouquets just-so before she walked down the church aisle between her dad and I. She walked toward Dan, her handsome-drummer-who-loves-God, and toward a legacy of little worshipers we could only imagine that day.
And I remember Charity, exquisite lace in a St. Joseph Park. During a season of illness and anguish for our family, Ryan and Charity brought us romance. And hope. And joy. And the reminder that sometimes even the unspoken dreams come true.
I love August.
Awwww! I love it.
Aww, sort of makes me wish I had a few more daughters to marry off someday…
Love this!! Happy August to you and all your girls.
I love August too! I never thought about the fact that it’s our June. Look at us all so happy! Also, I kind of love how ornery Michael sounds here. It perfectly symbolizes the fact that we shared a childhood. It also symbolizes HOW ORNERY HE IS. 🙂
Summer brides and cherished daughters! I love the combination. Sweet!
I’m such a dork I forget we all three got married in August. And me and Felic share the actual same date! Happy anniversary to us all!
I also got married in August. Glad to see I am in with the hip crowd!