August 1, 1992
It’s been twenty years. One of the happiest days of my life. My eldest child married the love of her life in a simple ceremony with an international cast of family and friends present.
It had been hot and wet most of July that year with day after day of pounding rain threatening to dampen the festivities. Just before the wedding rehearsal the clouds parted, the sun showed its face, and all was well with the world.
One of my strongest memories of the day happened at the beginning of the ceremony. Erin stood at the back of the church beaming, ready to start her walk down the aisle. Terry stood at the front of the church, looking at Erin, tears streaming down his face. It melted my heart. It still does.
The Joneses and Linches became family to each other that day. Little did we know how important that family bond would become in the years to come.
Erin’s been gone ten years now. Leukemia took her 4 months shy of her and Terry’s 10th anniversary. But today I’m remembering the love and joy and sunshine and dancing of that day twenty years ago. I’m remembering and smiling.