A Puddle of Love. I was immersed in a Great, Big Fat Puddle of Love this weekend.
My daughter and her fiance hosted an engagement party at their home this weekend. It was a semi casual event with approximately 85 guests in attendance. The party was held outdoors under a tent with tables elegantly decorated in whites and silvers and purples, tall white pillar candles, and white rose petals scattered about. White twinkly lights sparkling here and there on a crisp night made it all the more magical.
The reason I was in that Puddle of Love was because love was everywhere I looked. We came together to celebrate this next step in the lives of this couple...so dear to us on many levels. My daughter's housemates from college, all five, drove from New Jersey to be with her. Each one took a moment to talk to me and express joy at her choice of husband as well as relief that she didn't marry the boy we were afraid she would have. They love her so they were worried then, they love her so they were here this weekend.
The Puddle was there from watching my Dad, just out of the hospital. He was enjoying spending time with his family and especially his sister who drove up from Virginia because she loves her brother... and she loves us all as well.
My daughter and her fiance hosted an engagement party at their home this weekend. It was a semi casual event with approximately 85 guests in attendance. The party was held outdoors under a tent with tables elegantly decorated in whites and silvers and purples, tall white pillar candles, and white rose petals scattered about. White twinkly lights sparkling here and there on a crisp night made it all the more magical.
The reason I was in that Puddle of Love was because love was everywhere I looked. We came together to celebrate this next step in the lives of this couple...so dear to us on many levels. My daughter's housemates from college, all five, drove from New Jersey to be with her. Each one took a moment to talk to me and express joy at her choice of husband as well as relief that she didn't marry the boy we were afraid she would have. They love her so they were worried then, they love her so they were here this weekend.
The Puddle was there from watching my Dad, just out of the hospital. He was enjoying spending time with his family and especially his sister who drove up from Virginia because she loves her brother... and she loves us all as well.
Watching my Dad sneak into the house to watch Notre Dame football on TV with my sons who love him so much...more love puddling between them. Setting out the food, most of it catered, but with special dishes that my daughter's girlfriend cooked for her because she loves her. Puddles.
Sitting outside watching some of the neighbor's children join the party made more puddles. They love her and call to her when she's outside so she was gracious and invited them to come over. Most people who meet my daughter love her, she's just a sweet soul and you love being near her. Watching my future son in law glance at her with an unmistakable look of love when they opened their gifts. That Puddle grew.
The biggest Puddle came at the end of the evening. My husband was marveling at the size of the party and the amazing job our daughter did to bring it all together. We were talking quietly, discussing how the event went. He leaned close and said, "she's just like you...look at her". He put his hand on my back and squeezed my shoulder. That Puddle of Love grew deeper from the happy tears that started to flow.
Puddle of Love
Sitting outside watching some of the neighbor's children join the party made more puddles. They love her and call to her when she's outside so she was gracious and invited them to come over. Most people who meet my daughter love her, she's just a sweet soul and you love being near her. Watching my future son in law glance at her with an unmistakable look of love when they opened their gifts. That Puddle grew.
The biggest Puddle came at the end of the evening. My husband was marveling at the size of the party and the amazing job our daughter did to bring it all together. We were talking quietly, discussing how the event went. He leaned close and said, "she's just like you...look at her". He put his hand on my back and squeezed my shoulder. That Puddle of Love grew deeper from the happy tears that started to flow.
Puddle of Love
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