Then he moved from Ohio to North Carolina. We were a bit nervous for him to move and I knew I'd miss seeing him every week. But God had great things awaiting Mosie - a job, his childhood pal Joe, and - best of all - Crystal.
We were honored when Mosie and Crystal sent us their delightfully hand designed June wedding invitation. Mosie wanted his Amish parents to meet Crystal's parents but they were not "interested" and made no plans to attend the wedding.
Mosie asked my husband and me to be his parents. We drove down to North Carolina and to the small town where he lived.
I thought back to the first year we'd met Mosie. He was 19, restless, at times volatile. He'd pine for his former Amish life. He'd tried to see his parents twice - once they ignored him and the other time they talked to him on the front porch of his family home.
He'd had car accidents, different jobs, and changing friends. As he'd adjusted to the English life of new words, behaviors, beliefs, clothes, and cars, he'd make some good and not-so-good choices. But now, he was making a healthy, happy decision. I could see it in his contentment.
As I sat thinking of the whirlwind of changes to Mosie in five years, I watched the handsome - mostly ex-Amish - groomsmen walked toward the front. They stood hand over hand awaiting the bride's maids.
Each bride attendant slowly walked her way down the grassy aisle. The group stood together quietly in anticipation.
Then, in the distance I saw a white steed. A song's melody began and the lyrics, "I'm coming to claim my pure bride." Atop the horse was Mosie. He rode up and over a crest to the handmade trellis draped with white tulle.
When growing up Amish, Mosie lived on a farm in upstate New York, where his family had 15 horses. When he left the Amish he learned farrier skills. He's a natural on a saddle and the riding toward his bride was unique and apropos.
We sang songs in the open air. Our voices wafting off to the distant hills. Together Mosie and Crystal exchanged their personal vows. Prayers followed.
Our daughter, Lynsey, and son-in-law, Harvey- who is Mosie's cousin and also ex-Amish - were seated behind us. Thankfully, Lynsey snapped some great pictures I was unable to take.
To close the ceremony and signify their new "oneness" Mosie and Crystal each grasped a white balloon, tied together their strings, and released. The joined balloons floated up. A soft breeze lifted them out of sight.
I was thrilled to witness their new beginning. They're so in love.
Below is a picture of our precious time celebrating with Mosie & Crystal.