A Wedding in Dallas

         I just flew in from Dallas….and boy, are my arms tired!

         Forgive me...I couldn’t resist that bad joke!

The truth is, I did just get back from Dallas….but we took Southwest.

         Why were we in Dallas? This past weekend, my DH and I had the privilege of witnessing our son stand before a judge and recite his vows to the woman he fell in love with (I will admit, I love her too….she’s a lovely woman, inside and out). It was a moment we’ve been waiting to see since he met her. The ceremony was sweet and simple and I will admit my eyes were a little watery—my son, the little boy I watched grow into a wonderful man—wasn’t nervous…not in the least. In fact, I’ve never seen him more certain of anything in his life as he stood tall and proud and pledged to honor, love and cherish this woman who has made him so happy.  

Most of us spend our lives looking for our soul mate, the other half of ourselves that makes us complete. I’m so glad he found his.

         We also met the bride’s parents for the first time and I now know where she got her big heart and capacity to love unconditionally. We were welcomed with open arms and I saw how much they adore my son. Even before he and his bride exchanged rings, these lovely people treated him as one of their own. I can’t tell you how happy that made me.

We are home now, my DH and I, but my son and his wife are just beginning their journey as a married couple. I know that, just like in the romance novels we read and love, they will have their happily ever after.

As always, happy reading!

Marie