By Erika Lynde
With mother’s day just around the corner, it seems fitting to discuss the mother of the bride.
Growing up without a father, my mom graciously took on the role of both parents. Despite her youth and childish nature, she was a great mom, full of life and spirit. As with most important things, she was the first person I told when I decided to tie the knot. I called her up, giddy with excitement, and delivered the news. I could hear in her voice that she was (cautiously) thrilled at the idea of her first born finding true love. After describing the ring (which is always the first question), I had a question of my own. As the phone went silent, I held back tears and asked my gorgeous mother to walk me down the aisle. Of course she said yes, and that was the second best “yes” of the evening.
Tradition would have a man walk me down the aisle. I guess I’m throwing in a little curve once again. No one but my mom could guide me on this journey. I know when I get scared she’ll be there to comfort me. I know if I get hurt she’ll be there to hold me. And, I know if pre-wedding jitters hit, she’ll be there to remind me how much I love Liam. She’s always there, and I’m forever grateful.
Like I said, my mom played both parents so she was always pretty busy. I’m loving this time I get to spend with her — driving around looking at dresses and heading to bridal shows. It’s what every little girl dreams. I am one lucky bride to have a mom like her, and I hope she knows it.