Sometimes the best snapshots of life happen accidentally. This is one of those pictures. It is from a wedding that Brooke was in this past weekend. My oldest daughter snapped it just as I was opening the back doors of the church to ask Brooke and the other flower girls to come outside.
I'm not sure why it touches my heart so much. Maybe because as her mom I know I must open those doors that allow her to grow up though my heart begs her to stay small.
This single shot somehow captured that tug between my head and heart.
This day she would walk down the aisle wearing a long white dress, carrying flowers, wearing a nervous little smile, and blushing at the excitement of the day.
At the end of this day she would still come home with us. Her Daddy would still say prayers with her, tuck her into the safety of a pink comforter and make sure all her stuffed animals were within reach.
There will come another day much like this one. She will walk down the aisle wearing a long white dress, carrying flowers, wearing a nervous little smile, and blushing at the excitement of the day.
But at the end of that day she will not come home with us.
Her Daddy and I will wave goodbye as her groom whisks her away. And we will grab our hearts as we feel the last thread of her childhood being snipped. And on that beautiful night I pray it is her groom that says prayers with her, tucks her into the safety of his arms, and reassures her that his hand will always be within reach.
Just like her Daddy still does with me.
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