The First Look

It’s been a week since the wedding. Not mine, but our daughter, Elissa’s.

Things are getting back to normal. Well as normal as that can be in our house.

One of the “processes” that I was not anticipating is something called a “First Look”, or the first time the father of the bride gets to see his daughter in her gown.  I had just never thought about it.  Silly me.

For the 45 minutes leading up to the ceremony and being a bit fidgety, I was standing at the side door of the church, greeting and opening the door for arriving guests. (A reflexive action from 38 years in the funeral business)

About 12:50, I was unexpectedly summoned and escorted to the “bride’s room” to see Elissa for the first time in her wedding gown.  I was caught off-guard. As I stood in the hallway outside the door, my wife and the bridesmaids were standing off to the side and the photographers were patiently waiting to catch my reaction/expression (from multiple angles) as I came around the corner.

Surreal City, USA.

Words cannot describe the feelings as I walked around that corner, but I’m sure that once we get the photographs back, they will paint the picture.

It was then that Elissa gave me the handkerchief pictured below which instantly became a treasured keepsake.

I have mentioned the words before, but I will again quote from Bob Carlisle’s “Butterfly Kisses”:

“With all the things I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right, to deserve. . . 

 

I think this will close out my observations from the wedding for now.

That is of course unless something else comes to mind.