( J+K...The Marriage License)
Time is just passing too quickly and there are so many things I don't want to forget. Thoughts...feelings...hopes...dreams.
We have gotten all of the pictures of The Boy's December wedding.
As I have gone through all of the beautiful
photos, it's given me the chance to reflect
back on that day. The things I remember most are being surrounded by
such wonderful
family and friends. My brothers, and sister...brothers-in-law...sisters-in-law...all there to
love us at this very special time for our family. To have my Aunts and
Uncles from both sides of my family in the
temple with
us was amazing! We had a few minutes, waiting for the ceremony to
begin, where I was able to just look around
the room...remembering why I loved
each person who was there to be with us. That was a very special moment for me.
The Boy's mission President and his wife drove from St. George to be with him in the
Mesa Temple for the ceremony.
That brought so many tears for me.
They are amazing people.
The morning of the wedding, I overheard The Boy asking Grandma Vicki if he
could use his grandpa's shoe shine kit.
He wanted to polish the shoes he would be married in.
The shoe shine kit was kept in a little wooden box.
Grandpa Charles was meticulous
about keeping his Sunday shoes clean and polished. I have so many memories
of him
polishing his shoes with that sweet kit. I didn't realize that The Boy also had memories
of his
Grandpa Charles shinning his shoes. Knowing my Father, I am sure he must have
taken the time to teach
The Boy, his grandson, how to properly clean and polish his shoes,
when he was a young boy. I am sure
he worked right along with him as he taught him...
that was his way. The Boy sat quiet as he polished his
shoes. It was a sacred moment for him.
He had planned to have his Grandpa Charles with him in the temple
on his wedding day.
In fact, he would have preformed the ceremony as he was a Sealer when he passed away.
The Boy was longing for his Grandpa Charles the morning of his wedding day.
He would have had some wonderful
words of counsel for The Boy...
he would have told him how very proud of him that he was...
he would have shed
tears with The Boy...he was good at that ;)
He would have guided him on his wedding day with great strength and
testimony and great love.
The Boy missed him terribly...
and so did I.
It was a very sweet moment to witness as The Boy found his dear grandfather
in the simple
act of polishing his shoes on his wedding morning. I am ever grateful
for a Father who continued
to "raise" me as I raised my own children.
And with his wisdom, he raised them too...
I think he still does.
I hope I never forget that tender moment between
The Boy and his Dear Grandpa Charles.
