Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


Wedding Joy

The wedding was beautiful!

Fun! Joyful, even.

And yes, of course, I cried.

The groom was so handsome! (So were all the groomsmen!!!) The bride was beautiful and very sincere.

The ring bearers were wonderful! (Groomsman Bradley bribed the smaller one with Gummy Bears to keep him closeby, until he fell right off the stage!)

The flowergirls were so cute! One wasn’t sure she was going to go down the aisle, so while we peeked out a window to see a few pictures being taken, I told them how important their job was. “Each petal you drop is a blessing for the bride and groom. It’s important that you drop them all the way to the front so Matt and Nikki will have a happy marriage.”

They did a perfect job. And when they got to the front, the older one sat right down on the steps and made herself at home!

Preacher Dave was wonderful. If I’d been writing his part, I couldn’t have done a better job. He voiced exactly what I knew in my heart. Both sets of parents were asked to take part in helping the new couple form their home–not the house, where they live place. The where-ever-we-are-as-long-as-we’re-together-we-have-a-home place.

We promised.

He told the couple that marriage would teach them a lot about love.

And all the people said, “Dur!” Ü

I’m not being disrespectful to Preacher Dave. I’ve just been married long enough to realize that I had no idea what love was until I lived through a lot of what life had to throw at us.

The fires of this world can either turn the first blush of love to ash or it will change it to a patina that only becomes more beautiful as the years go by.

At the reception I danced with my son. I can’t tell you the name of the song he picked. Whatever it was (and I’m sure I’ll find out one of these days) the parts I heard voiced perfectly my feelings Saturday.

While we danced, I told him he’d been one of the greatest joys of my life. (Along with his two brothers.)

Looking back, I’d only change one thing. I wish I’d asked them to use the verse I asked Preacher Tom to quote in my wedding to G-Man so long ago–

But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.  Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.” Ruth 1:16-17

Yes, I know Ruth was speaking to her MIL, Naomi. But I think it was because of Ruth’s love for her deceased husband that she said it. Don’t you know she would have said it to him if she’d been able to?

That’s my prayer for the new Mr. and Mrs. Shay.



Wedding Week Wednesday

I might have I mentioned my son is getting married this week–probably only a few thousand times. In case you’re worried for me, I’m not quite as tense as I was.

I only woke up five times last night. *rolls eyes*

Yesterday was the hardest day yet. Yesterday, I went through pictures for the ones they’ll show at the wedding. It came home, yet again, just how much I miss my babies.

This is the baby who’s getting married. I found a pile of pictures of the boy that he can use, and I haven’t pulled the digital ones off the desk top computer yet. Or the ones from the surprise wedding.

The the best pictures, the ones I’ll never forget, are the ones etched on my heart–taking his first steps, his first day at preschool, the day the delivery girl carried him in from the car with blood streaming down his face and neck from a deep cut in his upper lip.

The night he kissed his first girl, his first piano lesson, the day we bought his sax and each time he played. How could I forget the joy he found when he could finally run the register at the pharmacy?

The look on his face the day I punished him by NOT letting him go to work.

Matt worked for the college while he was in school. At one time he made those phone calls to the alumnus (we all love to get those, don’t we?) and “met” a friend of mine from here in C-Town, and couldn’t wait to call and tell me about it.

I sometimes wonder how long his do-you-wanna-donate phone calls lasted. LOL! The kid has always been a people person. Must have gotten that from my mom.

  Who wouldn’t love that smile?


New Super-Hero

The City Center Mall

Image via Wikipedia

I found it!

I found the dress I’m wearing to the wedding. Thank goodness for sisters. 🙂 If it weren’t for my sweet sibling, Sister Debbie, I never would have found it.

Sister Deb lives disguised as a mild mannered woman, good sister, and great friend, but I’ve discovered she’s a superhero. Finding and purchasing is her super-skill. (But mostly cute clothes, shoes and fun stuff.) Her name is SUPER-SHOPPER! (Think Superman theme song.)

Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone. Her arch-enemy is always trying to thwart her, but she’ll never let him win! (I’m not sure who her arch-enemy is, but when I figure it out, I’ll let you know.)

She’s able to leap tall obsticles in a single bound. She keeps in mind what she’s looking for, the–ahem–size and style she wants and works her way through rack after rack. She can even look at a store from the street and tell if it might have what we need or not.

I’m telling you, she’s good! I think she missed her calling. She could be a personal shopper, spend other people’s money and probably become a billionaire.

I’ll be all alone today because Super-Shopper has to be Grandmommie and play with gd#2. I have to get my gilflirted pinky checked (sigh) and find out if I can have a regular manicure for the wedding or if I have to find a place that’ll attach some feathers to my pinky tape for camouflage.

Afterward, I’ll be on the hunt (by myself 😦 ) for a pair of very blingy shoes to brighten up my dress for the wedding. I’ve been to Dillard’s (found 3 pairs to buy, but not a thing for the wedding) and Macy’s, but I didn’t see what I want. I’m not really sure where to go next.


Signed–Shopping Dud