Mr. and Mrs. Holland

It's official, her name is Laura Alexandria Holland. The Temple ceremony was beautiful, what I could see through my tears anyway. They were both glowing as they were kneeling across the alter and then within seconds, it was official. They are on their road to eternity together. It was such a mixture of emotions for me as a mother. I was so proud of the standards that Laura had set in her life and could just feel of the goodness of her spirit. I was thankful that she has such a wonderful young man by her side to share that with. However, on the other hand I was full of sadness. I admit it was a selfish kind of sadness that got a hold of me. I was longing for the years of childhood (Laura's that is) to return, even if she was a little imp...but she outgrew it! I was overtaken by the thought that she will not be there every morning to greet everyone with her smile and silly laugh. I was sad that we will not have those late night talks even if I have always sworn that I looked forward to actually sleeping at night ( I was mistaken). I was constantly reminding myself that this was her happy day and not my day of mourning. To all you mothers out there who are yet to experience this, just remember this is what we raise them for. Our sacred mission is a step closer to being fullfilled, right? Yes, this is a plea for comfort.