Mother of the Bride

Sunlight in her hair, the girl in the long white dress walks slowly

Away from me

Toward her future

Where destiny and maturity culminate in a moment

Where dreams begin

Starry eyes look upon her love

She takes his hand and makes a vow

Little girl I carried in arms

Twinkle, twinkle light above

Carry her on

To where she’s held by you

Make them one

As I pray daily

Grateful always for being her mother