Father of the Bride is one of my all time favorite movies. You know the one, right...with Steve Martin? This movie came out when I was in college. I saw it at the one-movie-a-week Ephraim theater with my roommate Leslie. She must've thought I was a little nuts when I see-sawed back and forth between uproarious laughter and sentimental tears throughout the entire movie. But that movie made an impact on me, hit me pretty hard. And I'm sure it was because, though I wasn't engaged at the time, I knew it was getting close. Even then, the movie reminded me of my Dad. Which became all the more humorous when I did actually get engaged and start planning a wedding...to find that my Dad was reacting in very similar ways to Steve Martin's character. Oh, not to the same extremes, of course. He didn't get arrested for stealing hot dog buns or anything like that. But the decisions to be made of how many guests, where to hold the reception, the "Please don't make me wear a tux!!" plea, and how much everything was going to cost....mingled in with his emotions of losing his oldest daughter.
Who presents this woman? This woman? But she's not a woman. She's just a kid. And she's leaving us. I realized at that moment that I was never going to come home again and see Annie at the top of the stairs. Never going to see her again at our breakfast table in her nightgown and socks. I suddenly realized what was happening. Annie was all grown up and was leaving us, and something inside began to hurt.
Last night I saw Father of the Bride in a play version at Hale Centre Theatre. And as I sat there I had a mix of emotions. Thinking back to my own time as a bride, yes. But also about my own first born daughter. Rebekah turns 16 tomorrow. I met Bryan when I was that age. She's already got boys clamoring for dates, waiting anxiously. Oh, a wedding is still a few years out, certainly...and if she doesn't get married when she is 19 like I did, well...I'm not going to be upset about that! But it will come and seeming all too soon, is my guess. And then we'll have another Father of the Bride situation at our house.