I couldn’t decide how to title this post . . .
“Another One Bites the Dust”
Anyhoo . . .
Wyatt came in from his trip at 8:00 pm on Thursday night. I picked him up from the airport and we drove straight to Saint George (with the exception of a loop through Provo/Orem to pick up Alex’s sister, Ariel). We got in at 1:30, and crashed at Larry & Karen’s.
The next morning we went to the temple to watch Beth and Alex be married.
The rest of the day was spent in wedding festivities – pictures, and lunch, and a beautiful reception. Everything went off without a hitch.
It was a great day.
Congratulations Beez. I hope you know how much you are loved.
Saturday was the culminating celebration of many months preparation.
This girl and this boy were wedded.
The whole day I kept remembering when Leslee was just 18 years old – my family had just moved away from Salt Lake. Leslee and I were the only one’s left here. I lived downtown with my hubby as a newly wed. Leslee would come over three-four-five times a week to have dinner and hang out. I remember I would make Wyatt walk her to her car when it was late – we lived across the street from the homeless shelter. As I remembered that time, I felt a sort of emptiness: I should have done more, should have been more for her. She needed more, in ways I’ve only come to realize in the past few months, and I feel like I failed her.
And now she is starting a new life, with a new family. I am grateful Jason seems to want the best for her, and will support her and put her first in ways that the rest of us did not.
I love you Leslee. Congratulations, Happiness, Love.