It was one moment in an impossibly hectic day. My wedding day. Me. Big White Dress. Surrounded by cousins. Sisters. And our grandma.
The photographer arranges us. Tells us where to stand. Where to position hands and feet and flowers. It seems like the millionth picture of the day. Cheeks hurt from smiling. I am wishing pictures were over. I want to get on with the day. My wedding day. I am anxious to see him. Excited to see him. So excited. He has not seen me in my dress yet. He won't until these family pictures are over. And they drag. On and on. Until I am a quivering mess of nerves and excitement and anticipation. Because today. Today, a new part of my life begins.
"Lean in" the photographer tells us. "Lean towards your grandma." So we do. And I am so happy that we did. That we took this picture. The same picture we had taken twice before. At two other family weddings. But this one was different. So very different. Because in 3 short months, she would be gone.
And we would gather together once more. To remember. To cry. To smile through our tears as we talked about the woman who gave us life, and love, and laughter, and memories. As we said goodbye.
There have been two more family weddings since mine. And twice more we stood. Surrounded by cousins. By family.
"Lean in" the photographer has told us twice more. "Lean towards each other." So we did. We leaned in towards each other, and towards an empty space that will never quite be filled. An empty space that holds memories of strength. Of a good life. Of a life well lived. Of family. And of love.
Today's post is part of the Momalom Five for Five. The topic is Pictures.