By: Mary Fran Bontempo

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Megan, me, and Laura at Megan's bridal shower

Megan, me, and Laura at Megan’s bridal shower

It’s wedding week.

This weekend, my youngest daughter, Megan, will marry her fiance, Jimmy, and life will change.

Yes, it’s what is supposed to happen, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m not, if my bursting into tears in the grocery store, at church, or while doing the dishes is any indication.

Future son-in-law Jimmy is wonderful; I’m simply not ready to let my baby go. As my friend, Carol, who is also marrying off one of her daughters said last week, “It just came too fast.”

The fact that the wedding is in July made me think about Independence Day, and resulted in my latest column for Women’s Voices Magazine. Take a look and let me know what you think.

And I know everything will be wonderful. It’s just going to take a few boxes of tissues to get me there.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]