I am fully aware that I have not shared my experience of being the mother of the bride. Those of you who may have read about my shopping for my wedding outfit are probably expecting a report on how it felt to be wearing it. I have during the past week started a blog post several times and given up. What can I say? That I cried exactly when I was supposed to cry? That the bride was pretty? That they looked each other in the eyes so that I would have been envious if I hadn't been so endlessly happy? That every detail in the wedding was perfect, and there were wonderful funny touches, such as the bride being kidnapped by a bunch of Finnish cousins, so that the groom had to pay ransome (apparently this is a Finnish custom)?
Here are pictures that supposedly say more than a thousand words. You can see my outfit, that almost everybody complimented me for.
What has changed for me now that my baby is a married lady? If anything changed, it happened a year and a half ago when she told me she had met the right one.
I know it's a privilege to be happy on behalf of your children.