Hard to believe, my first Granddaughter got married today. She was happy and nervous and beautiful and gracious. A cute little country church was the background for this young couple to begin their new life.
This is the part where the preacher asked for the rings – no response. The preacher then asked if Tristan knew where the rings were and she replied affirmatively. As he queried again, the response from the Bride was “in my car!” A light chuckle from all involved made the ceremony all of what Tristan is. Very cute and the preacher was still sharing some laughs over that moment during the reception. The rings were retrieved from the aforementioned vehicle and the rest of the ceremony went off without so much of a hiccup.
And, as a bonus, I got to reconnect with my grandson, Chase (now 16) and granddaughter, Quinn (now 6 soon to be 7). Both were charming and Chase and Ricky carried on conversations like they had never been apart. Chase is clever and smart and has a way with writing that would have made my Dad so proud. He has a quick wit and shows his sisters a lot of love. I cannot describe the feeling when I saw Chase’s face and immediately knew that was my first grandson – until he spoke. The high-pitched little boy voice was an almost adult deeper voice. It shocked me since I had not seen or heard his voice since 2008. I am quite proud to call him Grandson. These are bonds that never deserved to be broken. I only hope they can be mended now.
I could listen to Chase for hours. His interests in comedy and computers and music and more was better received by Ricky, since he is a guy! But I so enjoyed listening to their exchanges and made me beam when Ricky stated simply that he had a great time talking with Chase and that Chase seemed like a really good kid. I don’t think Ricky has seen Chase or spent time with him since Chase was a toddler. This was a positive experience for all of us.
Such a thrill to hear Quinn call after me “Grandma” spotted with little conversations about her school and she is a cheerleader and she has an All American doll and then the heartbreaker: “Grandma, can you come back in July for my birthday?” I tried to explain to her that I probably could not – and that tore at my heart. I just wanted to put her in my pocket and bring her home!