A
beautiful piece to my fairytale dream is my mother's wedding dress.
As I was watching her take it out of the plastic, I felt hesitant for
a moment, thinking that all trying it on would do is make me
impatient for a day worth waiting for so much. I have a
picture of my mother and father on their wedding day on the
nightstand beside by bed. I look at it all the time hoping one day I
will be able to say "I do" with a man as wonderful as my
Dad, and look as beautiful as his bride did on that
day. However, the hesitance was wrong, it made me see
and want so much more.. When i saw myself in that
very familiar dress, all I could think about was how much I
look up to the woman in the picture. if I become half the woman she
is, I would be more than I could ever hope for.
Daddy's
gift more precious than gold…
The
blessing she is cannot be measured.
Her
love for her family is nothing but bold.
Her
love is also like that of my Savior
Who
sacrificed His very own life
so
we might find joy and laughter
In
a troubled world of strife.
Momma's
heart is like His, holding us close
No
matter how far we roam,
And
her arms are always open wide…
ready
to forgive and welcome home.
From
the moment we were born…
her
hands have been busy showing us love
with
Daddy, ourselves, and others
Even
when weary and worn.
Whatever
she must do she is ready to go
never
asking or expecting what is truly fair…
I
wonder if I will ever be able to thank her enough
For
all her strength, love, and care.
My
Mom showed me how to pray
For
that child she loves so much,
For
she knows the fruit of her vineyard…
Depends
on the Master’s touch.
My
Mom is a treasure
Daddy's
gift more precious than gold...
His
love for her cannot be measured
But
through the lives of her and the man He gave her
His
story of love can be told.
I
love you, Momma.
I hope I can wear your dress as meaningful and beautiful as you did.
I hope I can wear your dress as meaningful and beautiful as you did.
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