My baby is getting married tomorrow!! And he couldn’t be more excited! Or more thrilled! Or more anxious! He’s just beaming. He can not wait! Not a nervous bone in his body.

Me – knock me over with a feather. Still. Kinda numb. Head spinning a bit. I can’t believe it! I JUST gave birth to him a couple of years ago. Not nearly 24 years ago. That’s crazy talk! How can he be old enough to GET MARRIED? I’m telling you . . . “something” has come along and has snatched 20 years of my precious time and has taken off to a foreign land somewhere far far away.

I just brought him home from the hospital a few years ago.

Then he started school a couple of years later.

Now look at him!! He’s all grown and hairy and muscley . . . looking at his new bride-to-be with such happiness in his heart. . . and my baby is GETTING MARRIED!

Knock me over with a feather. That’s all I can say. Seriously.

I’m really glad I like this girl so much. Otherwise, this feather business might feel more like a chunk of concrete. And nothing good can come out of it if Mama feels like a chunk of concrete just knocked her over.

My heart and my prayers will be with my baby and his new bride tomorrow wishing them THE BEST life together full of eternal love, support for each other, and faith that they can make it through the best and worst of times. I hope that they stay this happy ALWAYS.

I love you baby!! And I love my new daughter! No one has ever made my baby smile this brightly.