Well, my baby got married last night. It was a beautiful ceremony. She is 27, but she had stayed single untill now.

I know maybe you think I am silly calling her a baby at 27, but as any mother knows, that never goes away. She always was and always will be.

I watched as she walked down the isle on her big brothers arm. She wore the veil down over her face, but I could see through it. She was stunning.

She got up to the front and her brother placed her hand in Mike's. He lifted the veil from her face. My heart broke into a thousand little peices. I have lost something today.

I have lost the right to tell her what I think she should do. She has a husband to discuss those things with now. I must take a step back.

She used to call me for everything. Oh, she will still call, but she will be talking about the important things with Mike. And rightly so, but it feels a little sad.

He started reciting his vows and tears streamed down his cheeks as he promised to love, honor and cherish her forever. By the time it was her turn, she was crying too. I saw all the love that I felt for my little girl showing in her eyes as she looked at him. And in his as he looked at her. I cried.

I cried tears of sadness for losing part of my little girl, but mostly I cried tears of joy for the love that I saw in their faces. I love them both and know that this marriage is blessed.

Later,
Cosmic