It finally happened. After 22 years, my first chick has left the nest. I am still processing what this means to me.

When people say things like, "just yesterday she was a little girl with wild curly hair who liked to make up plays in the garage," they are right. It was just yesterday. . .and today, we are here.

I am so very lucky to know that my daughter is with a young man who loves her (and who we love dearly.) He is the perfect addition to our family.

I mean, look at him! He is adorable! And trust me, he is the perfect calm to her storm. We couldn't have chosen a guy more suited for our daughter. But we didn't choose him. . .

. . .she did. . .

As a mom, you think of this day so many times as you watch your babies grow. And you always wonder, how will I feel? Will I be sad? Will my heart break to see her go? As I sat there in that chair in the front row, I cycled through every emotion imaginable. And when I saw her coming down the aisle with her Dad by her side, I thought I would crumble into a heap on the grass. . . but it wasn't because of sadness. It was nothing but pride. I was so proud of my baby, proud to be a part of getting her to this point in her life, and happy beyond belief! I happened to notice a dear friend of mine and she had her hands triumphantly in the air and was saying, "YES!" And that was it. That was exactly what it felt like.

Very proud Mom with her boy. . .(who isn't getting married anytime soon)

and neither is this one. . .
a mom can only stand so much happiness at once, afterall.

More photos will follow as they trickle in. Yes, I was the mother-of-the-bride and I didn't take a single picture. I was busy fussing with DJs, feeding bridesmaids, and helping my bride keep her witts about her in 97 degree heat. There is so much story to tell. . .I'll save that for another day.

For today. . .thank your moms, hug your babies, and keep plowing your row!

Thanks Jessie and Jessica for sharing your beautiful pictures!