Today Daddy and I have been married for one year! And what a whirlwind of a year it has been. In some ways I can’t believe it has only been a year, and in others I feel like it was just yesterday that we were boarding the cruise ship for our destination wedding. I have heard it said that the first year of marriage is the hardest. I don’t see how that could be; Daddy and I had a wonderful first year and there wasn’t anything hard about it. As Daddy said, one down, a lifetime to go.
Daddy took me to see Mamma Mia tonight…I wanted to see it all summer, and it was so sweet of him to sit through such a girlie movie with me. There is a scene where the daughter is getting ready for her wedding and her mom is singing about how the time has slipped through her fingers. Something like that wouldn’t have gotten such a strong reaction from me before, but my perspective on so many things is different now. I started to tear up because I know, unless we get the big miracle, you and I will never share a day like that. While our relationship will be special, it won’t be typical of most mother daughter relationships. The major milestones, such as going to school, moving out, getting married and having children won’t happen for you. I probably would have been able to hold back the flood if Daddy hadn’t reached over to hold me. He knew without even seeing my tears what I was thinking and that I was hurting. And when I looked at him, I could tell he was just as sad for us as I was.