To my bride, I give you my heart,
Sharing love each day, from the very start.
To my bride, I give you my kiss,
Filling each day with joy and bliss.
To my bride, I give you my being,
To love, to play, to work and to sing.
To my bride, I give you my mind,
Learning each day to be more kind.
To my bride, I give you my soul,
Growing together to be more whole.
To my bride, I give you my life,
Rejoicing each day that you are my wife.
(Marlys Bradley)
Finger by finger, she counted
The days until
Her birthday cake,
The start of school,
The Christmas tree
And Grandma's house.
Now finger-by-finger,
She dons white gloves
And reaches for a veil.
The music starts,
Our fingers touch and
I count myself blessed.
Beautiful child who lay in my arms
Was it only yesterday?
Diapers to pigtails, laughter and love
Sweeping the years away.
Today your life will join as one
With the man you will love forever.
And I know it is right . . .
for I've seen the joy
That the two of you share together.
Time's come . . . you're a woman.
I must say goodbye
Let me hold you and kiss your soft curls
On my face is a smile, but
There are tears in my heart
For you are still my little girl.
(Max Ellison)
Who gives this woman to be wed?
Her Mother and I.
We gave her dawn.
We gave her grace.
We stamped our image on her face.
We gave her books,
And through the years,
Calmed her early childhood fears.
We gave her faith.
We gave her prayer.
She walked our road.
She climbed our stairs.
And now in solemn troth we swear,
We cannot give.
We only share.
(Grace Mandry)
Will it be silk, chiffon or satin
Knee length, floor length, or with a long train?
Will it boast bows and beads and sequins
Or will it be unadorned and plain?
Will she appear in a gossamer veil
Beneath a tiara, crown or wreath?
Will she prefer a bouffant gown
Or will she select a stately sheath?
Daily dilemmas invade each hour
Yet time is resolute in its flight.
For today is the day when she will marry
In her perfect gown of snowy white.
(Grace Mandry)
Ribbons and flowers--bows and lace
White paper bells, secured in place
Adorn the home wherein she learned
Of right and wrong and trust that's earned.
But today she bids this home farewell
To share another, where she'll dwell
With her true love, in joy and laughter
As they live 'Happily Ever After'.
Your little girl is all grown up
and has found a love so true,
but a special place in my heart
will always belong to you.
Only a Mother is truly aware
of her daughter's needs, her dreams, her cares;
and is always supportive from beginning to end . . .
I'm thankful you are my mother, my friend.
(Grace Mandry, used with permission from the author)
Flowers arranged in a fragrant bouquet
For the happy bride on her Wedding Day
She tosses the blooms to a fortunate miss
Hoping she, too, will find marital bliss
(The Crystals)
Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.
Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again.
I wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend.
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered I love you
And he said that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
He kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.
I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had
And one day he took me home to meet his mom and his dad.
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side.
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
(Bob Carlisle)
There's two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven,
and she's daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all of the joy in my life,
but most of all, for . . .
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning,
And butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet sixteen today,
She's looking like her Momma a little more every day.
one part woman, the other part girl.
to perfume and makeup, form ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember . . .
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"you know how much I love you Daddy,
but if you don't mind,
I'm only going to kiss you
on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong, I
must have done something right.
To deserve her love every morning, and
butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time Like the wind,
the years go by Precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly
She'll Change her name today.
She'll make a promise,
and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride room just staring at her,
she asked me what I'm thinking,
and I just said I'm not sure,
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
Then she leaned over and gave me . . .
Butterfly kisses, with her momma there
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle daddy,
It's just about time."
"Does my wedding dress look pretty, Daddy?"
"Daddy don't cry."
With all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning, and
butterfly kisses . . .
I couldn't ask God for more, man,
This is what love is
I know I have to let her go,
But I'll always remember
Every hug in the morning, and
Butterfly kisses . . .
The wedding day was fast approaching. Everything was ready and nothing could dampen Jennifer's excitement, not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother, Sheila, finally found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best-dressed mother of the bride EVER!
A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her new young stepmother, Barbie, had purchased the same dress. She asked Barbie to exchange the dress, but Barbie refused, "Absolutely not! I'm going to wear this dress. I'll look like a million in it."
Jennifer told her mother, who graciously replied, "Never mind dear, I'll get another dress, after all it's YOUR special day, not hers."
Two weeks later, another dress was finally found. When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "What are you going to do with the first dress? Maybe you should return it. You don't have any place to wear it."
Sheila grinned and replied, "Of course I do, dear! I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner!"
Sign at a bridal boutique: Marry Christmas
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