Anyway, the reception was absolutely lovely, and it was such a treat for my whole family. I loved that my own little family only had 2 hours of drive time to get there! My parents, grandparents, and brother’s family had nearly 9 hours of drive time, so we met up with them in a nearby hotel to change our clothes and prepare for the big night.
I’m usually very social, and I love the opportunity to meet new people, but that night there was a unique quiet about me as I watched my parents stand in a simple reception line (made up of bride, groom, and parents). I couldn’t help but smile at their graciousness, meeting and greeting perfect strangers in such a warm way. I admired them from a distance and thought about what a beautiful life they had created for themselves. “Look at them shine,” I thought to myself. And they did! I reflected on my own wedding reception nearly 10 years before. I looked at my son, Gabriel, and imagined how I might feel when he gets married someday.
The reception line dispersed and someone announced that it was time for the father-daughter dance. I approached my mom & dad, and Jared snapped a quick photo of the 4 of us (pictured below). We watched in anticipation of the moment as the father of the bride took his daughter’s hand. My own dad put his arm around me, “I’m sure proud of you,” he said. For what? I thought. He always said that. And in perfect Pres. Henry B. Eyring fashion, he got all choked up and tried to talk through the tears as he always did, but he just couldn’t. That was my dad.
So...we just listened to the song together…a few tears streaming down our cheeks…then laughed at an abrupt quirk in the sound system.
"Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again."
- Henry Scott Holland