“Do you want to take a photo to honor your mother?”
That’s the question my thoughtful, compassionate photographer asked me on my wedding day.
The dress was on. Hair and makeup, done. Chandelier earrings dangling by my cheeks.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t say anything at all.
Todd had decided to take a portrait holding his mother’s cowboy hat across his chest. Perhaps I wanted to do something like that?
“Maybe in front of one of her paintings?” the photographer offered.
I stared at my hands. I tried to focus.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t put plenty of thought into how to honor my mom at my wedding. I’d considered empty chairs and photographs. Special songs and moments of silence.
None of it felt right. None of it felt like her. Or me. So, I’d let it go.
“That’s okay,” I replied. “I don’t think I need to do that.”
Now I look back at the pictures from that day, and I know I was right. In shot after shot after shot, my face shows nothing except unbridled joy.
And that’s how I honor her.
By being happy. By finding the best partner for me. By living life fully. And always, always, always overflowing with love.