we have returned. i sit in bed with the pup at my side as A hustles the house into a spotless and gleaming mosaic of tidy surfaces.
the wedding was marvelous. the title of yesterday’s post? it was the closing line of the best best-man speech in the history of such speeches. the groom’s twin is an orator who’s name i can only hope is one day renowned; he pursues his Ph.D. in physics, but his language composition and delivery express a content more wise and loving than any I have heard.
the weekend was not short of “the best speech i’ve heard yet”s. directly before the physicist-poet spoke, the bride’s father opined on the wonders of his daughter and of her love. QED, he said, to these two brilliant mathematicians; QED to their laughter; QED to their journey; QED to their commitment; QED to each individually; QED to their courage; QED to their future.
and before that, msg.’s homily on that central revelation that LOVE is a verb.
and before that, the groom’s father shared most eloquently, most powerfully, the struggles and joys of marriage, of family, of growing, of leaving.
and i see now why the elopement, that small small small wedding i dream(ed) for myself, is wrong.
- until this moment, i still dreamed of that private affair. but dreams for the past only lead to sorrow; dreams belong solely to the present, the buds of future’s reality.
- witness lends a singular power to impossible, unbelievable events–such as that most beautiful Sacrament of Marriage which is the binding of husband and wife.
- the love between the bride and groom is enriched by the love of their loved ones, and in the face of such furious felicity cannot be diminished by a stranger’s sour thought.
- if any person felt a modicum of the joy at celebrating our wedding with us that i felt at celebrating my friend’s beautiful wedding with her, how could i ever wish to deny it?
and with this profound realization, i am healed of another small (but in a very large way) scab that vexed my heart of hearts.