PERSONALLY YOURS: My moment as mother of the groom

Published: Saturday, July 20, 2013 at 09:03 AM.

Friday night was rehearsal at the chapel and my first time to see the father of my children in a dozen years. Any anxiety I had about that was gone in a matter of minutes. The rehearsal and the dinner that followed went very well.

The next day's afternoon wedding was the culmination of years of weeping on my part, whenever I thought about giving up my son.

My daughters and I arrived on time, and I found my son looking for me.

I had the opportunity to pin his corsage to his gray suit, pose for a private photo op, and kiss him goodbye.

As I stood waiting to enter the chapel at my appointed cue, I fought to keep the tears at bay. Why would I cry? My son had chosen the perfect wife, and I approved.

I still don't know how to explain it, but I could not keep the tears at bay.

When my cue came, the wedding planner said, go — and smile.

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