What Love Is

I’m still in awe of the wedding.  It was perfect.  Everything came together better than David and I had even imagined.  We worked hard to make it what it was, but the icing on the cake came from our family and friends.  From my friend Beth chasing flowers down with FedEx (major failure on FedEx’s part!) to others running errands and assisting with putting it all together and tearing it all down again, I was continually amazed at the generosity of those surrounding us.  At some point in time I just had to shut off that inner voice that felt undeserving of all the help, otherwise I surely would have melted into the floorboards when GUESTS started cleaning our house at the end of the reception.  We even came home from our honeymoon to find that our friend Sarah had made our bed.  !!!

We are still flabbergasted.  There are not enough words, gifts, or thanks that can be said to convey our appreciation.  We feel loved, humbled, lucky and blessed.  I remember feeling this when I had Jack.  I recall when it all clicked that people love and want the best for me and my growing family.  The people in my life knew they couldn’t help with the really hard stuff, couldn’t take my place in the trench when things get really hard…so they did what they could to be a buffer.  They probably feel it is only a token, but to me it is an enormous gift.

David’s sister Laurie officiated our wedding.  It was her first time officiating a wedding but she did an amazing job.  I doubt she even knows how much her words will stay with me, and how well she captured the spirit of our wedding:

May today there be peace within.
May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and in each other.
May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content with yourselves just the way you are.

Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise, laugh and love.  It is there for each and every one of us.  And today, surrounded by friends and family, it is there for the two of you.

Image by M. Hardina

We are loved.

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7 thoughts on “What Love Is”

  1. I helped make that bed! All Sarah's idea of course but I did help and I even touched lots of random clothes on the floor (I touched them by moving them not because I'm “into” it 🙂

  2. I have this saying, I prefer friends over family, because you get to pick your friends. It looks like you were blessed with friends for family. Absolutely beautiful post, from a very worthy person. Don't ever melt into the floorboards darling, the ride in this life is just too short to not live, laugh, and love at every turn. Yes you are loved. Awesome.

  3. Oh, I LOVE this!! And you put it SO well: at our wedding this weekend, I was blown away by the generosity of friends and family who chipped in with time, energy, and creative juices. I said “thank you” so many time, and so often, that one girlfriend ordered me to STOP with all the thanking. You truly are blessed — and you DO deserve it all.

    P.S. I LOVE the bubbles!!

  4. Wow, you looked absolutely stunning. I’m still sorry that I wasn’t able to see you two get married. Can’t wait to see the “professional” pics! And, I’m VERY impressed at how you pulled off such a wedding on such a small budget. Go you.

    P.S. I curl my hair with a ceramic 1 1/2 inch ceramic curling iron, wrapping the curl from top not bottom (hard to explain, I’d have to show you on skype or something) and occasionally I curl my hair with these hot rollers: http://www.folica.com/tools/hot-rollers-and-hair-setters/caruso-30-molecular-ion-steam-hairsetter If you sign up for their emails you can constantly get free shipping and up to 25% off. Anyway, to get that “beach waves” look, I curl (again) from top, wrapping the section of hair around the roller (or iron) and leave a half inch of hair out before clamping the roller (or iron) in.

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