Sandra, Mama and Oliver
An extra special wedding event
Have you ever heard of a white wedding? I believe this is a first. In Rwanda, I know it is. I was honored when my Rwandan daughter chose to not only have a traditional Rwandan wedding but also, as a tribute to me, to have what she called “a white wedding.”
I was surprised when late the evening before Deborah’s wedding, I received a text from Deborah. All it said was, “Hi Mom.”
This disturbed me no end. All sorts of things went off in my head. I stewed for a bit and then to ease my mind, I called her. Texting was not enough. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Yes, I am ok. I forgot to ask you if you would be a part of my white wedding,” she said. I had no idea what a white wedding was and said to her, “Of course, I will. You can tell me what you want me to do when I get there in the morning.” With that, we said goodnight and I went off to lalaland. During the night, I woke up thinking, "I wonder if she is planning a wedding like Solange had in the US. She might call that a white wedding".
Sure enough, that was the plan. To honor me, her white mom, Deborah and Amily had arranged to have a white wedding so that I could walk her down the aisle. Walk with me.