Winged things have always held a special place in my heart. The gypsy spirit in me, appreciates their ability to take flight. It has become a symbol of strength for me when life has thrown some difficult challenges and their beauty reminds me of the delicate nature in life and everything we choose to create for our selves.
In honor of the symbolism, Cliff created a surprise moment for me when we walked back down the ailse. He ordered a special box of butterflies and had our dear friend Maurice release them as we came down in front of all of you as husband and wife for the first time. It took my breath away.
The magic continued later in the day while we took a moment to photograph the family. The wedding brought my Sister, Mother and dear Aunt together for the first time in our lives, a memorable occasion in itself. My Aunt Judi's husband and a father figure, Uncle Chet, had passed away before the wedding. He and I shared a special bond, like no one else. When Jen called the family up for our first photo, a beautiful butterfly landed on my dress and stayed with me until I could lift it up and sent it away. It was a sign sent from the heavens to represent my dear Uncle Chet and all the loved ones that couldn't be there with us on that special day.
In remembrance of Uncle Chet, Grandpa Sol, Jim Hendrick, Grandpa Mario, Grandpa Cliff and others that celebrated with us in spirit.
