Weddings are special to Dung and me.  Dung always cries at weddings, and it is not always the happy tears. Let me tell you why.

 

On September 15, 1984, as we both stood in front of God and the Church; behind us, half of the church on my side was empty.  On Dung's side, it was full of non-Catholics.  Instead of celebrating the union of two families and praying for our future together, I was begging for a miracle.  That morning, more than anything else, I prayed to God that Dad or any of you would be there, when I turn around.

 

When we exchanged vows, I saw the profound sadness in Dung's eyes.  She was marrying a man, whose family had shown utter disrespect to her and her family.  Her loving vows could not mask the shame of letting her family down, yet she stood by my side. I knew that under the gorgeous wedding gown, her heart was devastated. Mine was too.

 

After the ceremony as we walked down the aisle, she hold my hand, and quietly she said, "It's ok, Honey".  Only then did I realize that tears were rolling down my face.

 

That was almost twenty years ago, yet weddings and anniversaries always seem to bring back memories for us. This year as we are about to celebrate our 20 years of marriage; I am grateful for her love everyday.  How am I to thank her for standing by me and supporting me, as I struggle to start my business.  How can I repay her for undying love, when it seems as though I have no time.  The last 20 years with Dung were the best 20 years of my life.  I pray that she would love me for 20 more years. And 20 more after that.

 

Indeed, weddings are special.  Jesus performed His first miracle turning water into wine at a wedding.  On Mom and Dad's 50th Anniversary, I wish to God that He overflows their cups with Love. For the rest of their lives, may God turn their companionship into passionate love for each other. And I wish you Love as well. Just forgive our tears, when Mom and Dad renew their vows.

 

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