Witness this and say I do
Respect and love
To heart be true
Fattima has spent the past six months working on wedding favors, centerpieces and planning. Ben of course has pitched in and supports Foof in every way. Ben is a huge sports fan and their first weekend trip together last year as a couple was spent in Seattle with big brother and a Mariner’s game.When we had our little photo shoot after their engagement was announced, we took numerous pictures for their baseball card favor. They decided on one photo, compiled their stats and the rest is history!
The combination of this couple is supportive, fun and unique. May God bless them and bring them happiness.
Yesterday we went shopping for slacks and shirts for my sons, who will serve as ushers at the wedding. I found a pair of shoes to go with my dress. This is a preview of me in the dress and shoes.
Love will be restored
Little girl little girl
Hair of flaxen gold
Hold my heart
Touch my hand
Remember days of old
Days it seemed
Forever would not come
Cherished love with one
Hold on tight
Make it right
Be true to evermore
Joy and bliss, happiness
Now love will be restored
Here we are less than a week away! I am going to post little bits and pieces of Foof in her dress and slowly reveal the whole thing before this weekend. Ben is adamant that he does not want to see her dress until the big day and so he will have to look away and not read my posts.
The trickle of soft red wine being poured into a single glass broke an awkward silence that had until that point had been persistent and unrelenting. I positioned myself to his right and leaned against a blue pillow, casually propping my arm against his. Mom sat on the large white couch making herself comfortable before dinner was served. It had been a long day like many others and she needed time to unwind which usually meant a warm soak in the tub, music and the occasional glass of red wine. She was a straight-laced, small town, God-fearing woman who remembered where she came from but years of sophistication could not be hidden. Her questions were broad and friendly but it was apparent that she would be honing in on more important details later.
Inquiries regarding education and career goals were interspersed in a causal way that masked a dogged concern regarding his past. He eagerly pieced together sentences and informed her that he was studying Engineering and had already been a draftsman in Damascus for several years. He was the second of 7 children, and his father owned a store in the business district downtown. He smiled graciously and appeared happy, even enthusiastic in response to each and every query.
What he lacked in mastery of the English language he easily made up for tenfold in a polite and appropriate disposition. No request was too large and he would never utter a complaint but contentedly agreed to help whenever needed. A freshly shaven face coupled with dark eyes, black hair and an attitude of worldly yet humble reservation all added to his charm.
His expertise and know how was offered from that point forward in various areas and overshadowed any flaws that might have been visible in this initial stage. A random sheet was sewn into a couch cover for a new floral sofa on the middle floor, a large wooden food dispenser was hand crafted for Bosco and meticulous details on jobs that needed attention were finished in a timely manner.
A dream had become reality but would ever so slowly evolve and blur into abuse, control and rage.
I live just down the street
Behind a fractured window
Angst and consternation
Placed on a shelf well hidden
My hat waves in the wind
Hands tucked in fitted pockets
A smile and nod received
Through glint of sun streaked glasses
Surreptitiously, that’s how I walk in freedom
But now I think it’s time, for me to say hello
Months back when we were just starting this blissful journey, Foof and I decided we would make pastries for the wedding. A gorgeous cake has been ordered from Mom and Dad’s favorite place but we wanted to add some flare and do something a bit different. We were supposed to get together numerous times to work on this project but it just never happened. So, today is the day! How many cupcakes will we make and what flavors?
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