On Friday evening at 7:30pm, we welcomed our newest addition to our family at 21 years of age as Caleb and our daughter Kerstyn were joined in holy matrimony … welcome Caleb!
Above is a post wedding picture of the bride and groom with their respective parents. (pictured from left to right: my wife Sheryl, myself … I have some good color today, our daughter Kerstyn, our new son-in-law Caleb, his mom Rebecca and his dad Sandy).
Yes, that is a pink flamingo. My love of pink flamingos is infamous within our family. And typically the first picture I receive from the grandkids always includes … a pink flamingo. And no, this is not a joke done in poor taste but one done by my daughter the bride out of love and respect for her Daddy.
You see, my Stage IV colon cancer has taken a turn for the worse … with the spread to the liver it is now untreatable. So I find myself on in home hospice and typically I am either in the bed or in the recliner and last week was one of the worst of the last six weeks so I could not attend the wedding. So having a pink flamingo as a stand-in for this picture and all the laughter it will bring through the coming years to my family … well, it was done out of love respect and honor.
(Lord willing, later this week I will share about the prenuptial ceremony Sheryl and I had with Kerstyn and Caleb Thursday morning.)
The theme and attire for the wedding was casual beach. Here my son aka grandson escorts his Nana and my wife Sheryl to their seats … he is pulling double duty as ring bearer.
Tradition typically calls for the family of the bride to take responsibility of planning, preparing and running the wedding. With my cancer complication, taking on that responsibility was beyond the realm of possibilities for Sheryl and me. So my sister Beth, her husband Jack and my niece Kate not only took on all those responsibilities but also offered to host the wedding and reception afterward poolside, on the deck and in their house. What a blessing they are and everyone I have spoken to has said the wedding just could not have been any more perfect.
Above my 90 year old dad escorts my daughter to her husband-to-be and the altar. When asked who gives Kerstyn’s hand in marriage, ‘Her family does.’ Thanks Dad for standing in on this special day. You are greatly loved and appreciated!
You may notice that they are walking in hand-in-hand. When each of the grandkids stayed with my Mom and Dad, my Dad would tell them to hold his hand so they wouldn’t get run over in the parking lot. After that didn’t work, he asked them to hold his hand so he wouldn’t get run over in the parking lot. And that has stuck with Kerstyn to this very day. She still holds his hand in the parking lot.
Let me close with the above picture … which I absolutely love. My sister Beth is taking this picture over the shoulders of our Mom and Dad as my daughter Kerstyn and Caleb are joined in holy matrimony by my brother-in-law Jack.
A day full of thanksgiving … Lord, we ask for your blessings upon their marriage!