Molly and Joshua’s wedding was even more amazing and wonderful than I had dreamed. You have no control over who your children marry, and yet that decision impacts your own life forever. When your daughter chooses someone who is as much of a blessing as Joshua is, it impacts the whole family in new and wonderful ways. In what I would consider an almost impossible miracle, Joshua fits in with the seven diverse personalities that already made up our family, and adds a new richness. Joshua and Molly love each other, but more than that, they make each other, (and us), better , with their love. He’s witty, kind, and a true servant. He loves and follows Jesus. And he brews craft beer, and plays cribbage, so win win win.
The wedding was at my family’s avocado and lemon ranch in Santa Paula, California. Brenna and my grandmother were married there and the setting has a lot of history and good memories for me. And have you heard about the price of wedding venues?!!! (I hadn’t until recently because we haven’t had to pay. Yes, I AM counting my blessings.)
A wedding is an incredible amount of work, but Molly and Joshua pulled it off without any meltdowns or serious disasters
that I know of. Partly this is because Molly is organized and brilliant, and part of this was due to the people in their wedding party, many of whom are professional project managers or teachers. (And they are also brilliant.) Molly made list after list after list and just kept delegating duties to Josh accomplishing the tasks. I was particularly impressed with the bridesmaids, who wrote on chalkboards, spray-painted, set up chairs, washed dishes, ran errands, organized snack dishes, prayed, unloaded cars, made hot chai, kept track of Molly’s iPhone and passport, planted succulents, and did everything without complaining or (seemingly) getting tired.
Of course the flower girl was a big help, too.
My friend, Kris, lovingly arranged the flowers.
The venue is so small, that only our closest friends and relatives were invited and many of those who came mentioned that they felt special to be included. I felt I had a good visit with my dear aunts, cousins, friends and other extended family, but it’s never enough. I particularly loved having my own children and grandchild together for such an extended time. Kelly and Brenna made the first toast–a hilarious letter of apology to Molly for the mean things they did to her growing up. Somehow Molly was always cast as the slave, or the dog in their make-believe dramas. I never had sisters, so it warms my heart to see their close relationships. They gave Joshua good recommendations. (Don’t volunteer to play make believe games with Molly.)
The band Men on the Moon, who are friends of ours, played hits from the 70s and everyone danced–babies to older people were having fun. The father-daughter dance was to James Taylor’s Copperline. This may seem like a weird choice, but one day when Molly was little we were listening to the song and one of the older girls said “I like the part where “a boy wakes up and the dog barks and the birds sings and the sap rises and the angels sigh.” Molly wanted to join the conversation and said “I like the part where the duck goes “Quack, quack quack.” We’ve never let her forget it. (Ironic that I got no pictures of the Daddy-daughter dance, and hundreds of Jim and Lydia dancing. Too cute.)
They are now on their honeymoon in Cancun. I am so very proud of them and thankful for them, and I expect them to live happily ever after.