This past Friday, my new husband and I were married in the Church. As a practicing Catholic, getting married in the church was very important to me. It was a small, intimate ceremony with just our closest family and friends.
And two people that mean the world to me. My late husband‘s parents. His mother and father were there to celebrate my happiness. My new love. My happily even after.
I cannot imagine what it was like for them to sit there and watch their daughter-in-law marry another man. See their grandson walk his grandmother down the aisle. Hear him do the reading about loving as long as we live.
When my new husband and I were married on the beach, Jared‘s parents did not attend. It was too hard for them. Too emotional for them. And I completely understood. They love me. They love my son. That was all that mattered. They didn’t need to be there on the beach to show me that we would always be family. Fast forward a few years, and they were sitting in the pews in the church smiling, crying, truly happy. And their love for me and my son is beyond measure.
My father died 17 years ago. So I asked my late husband‘s father, my papa, if he would do the father daughter dance with me. He always tells me I am his daughter. He also says he is thankful that he did not have to raise me through the teenage years. That man loves me. And I love him. He has been a father to me for 21 years. And dancing with him was a blessing. Truly priceless gift.
My new husband and I planned to dance with our mothers. And I asked my late husband‘s mother, my mother-in-law, if she would be OK if I danced with her halfway through this song. She and I leaned on each other a lot when Jared died. The last few weeks of his life and the first few months after his death, we were both hurt. Our hearts are broken. And we supported each other. And she supports me now. Loves my new husband. Is grateful tmy son has a father figure who loves him so. She’ll always be my mother-in-law. And I’m so grateful she and I were able to share those few precious minutes on the dance floor.
While we were dancing, my mother-in-law was telling me how blessed we are to have such an amazing family. That it’s just more people to love. And more people to love you. I am truly grateful that I have in-laws who understand that just because my late husband is gone, doesn’t change the fact that we are family. And we always will be.
They will always be my in-laws. They will always be my son’s grandparents.
We will always be family. Share our ups and downs. Support and love each other. They can’t get rid of me that easily.