Jonny

August 24, 2009

It is the eve of my youngest son, Jon's, wedding, and it is late. But I cannot sleep thinking of him. He is a marvelous young man, and tomorrow he will become a husband. He is marrying the love of his life, a beautiful young lady named Tasha.I could not have picked a more perfect soul mate and best friend for my son. They will have a life together that is 'kissed' from heaven.This has been a crazy week! A week filled with activity, lots of airports runs, lunches out, special gatherings with relatives and close friends. These are cherished moments, and I wish somehow I could freeze the time and make it stand still. Time that would stand still or move a little slower with my sister, Donna, and her husband, Neil, and their children, Jeff and Sara and their grandson, Cash. All the laughter and the heart to hearts about our kids would be something I wish I could hold in my heart when these very special close ones are long gone!And what would we do without all the friends that have stepped up to aid us in one of the busiest times of our lives. The chicken enchiladas for twenty that Amy and her mom Pat made, that literally saved us. And the assembling of sandwiches for a bridal part of twenty, no small feat, put together by Carol! A bonfire and dessert night at the Lemeire's, for all of us late on Monday night!And then I would take all of my six children and their spouses and fiancees and freeze frame time, with every laugh, every tease, every I love you Mom, and thank you Mom and Dad! And my granddaughter, Charis, and her goofy little personality, and her ability to make a whole room full of us smile and laugh! Each memory, each picture in my heart, is a snapshot that I never want to forget!Life is filled with many firsts, first steps, first day of school, first date, first time you drive a car, first job, but is it filled with just as many lasts. And I am realizing that this week. Making Jon his last scrambled egg breakfast, just from Mom. Washing and folding his laundry for the last time. Hearing him tell me where he is going and when he'll be home. I will no longer know his daily schedule, and even though I will always be his mom, our relationship will change. I guess we will be more like peers, as much as we can be, and that is ok.I cried, at 1:30 am on Monday morning this week. Thinking about this sweet little boy, who will never live under our roof anymore, and how He has blossomed into a strong, young man, with loads of character, makes my heart feel very full! God has helped us do our job, and I guess even though this has been a week of reflection, joy, and feeling sentimental, I can totally rejoice that tomorrow, Jon will meet his God ordained destiny, under a beautiful July sky in Washington, and become a husband. He could not make his mother prouder, than I could imagine, and I am grateful for tomorrow.