I wrote this once, for someone else's wedding:
"A marriage is not created by a wedding. The marriage started long before the wedding. It began when eyes met for the first time. It took root in that first conversation. It blossomed in that first kiss.
The looks, the conversations, the kisses grow into a union of two souls that transcends race, creed or gender, a union that is built on trust, sustained by faith and fueled by love. Through this union, two people begin building their own world together, a world where every look between them has meaning, where every conversation has weight, and every kiss, no matter how fleeting or routine, carries the spark of passion.
The wedding is the outward manifestation of the marriage, the joining of their world and the world they inhabit, a celebration of the union that has been dwelling in our midst. It is one of those moments in life when everything seems as clear as glass and to be crackling with electricity, a moment in which everyone is paying attention, whether as a participant or as an observer, because a wedding is ultimately an act of courage, a defiant statement to a cold and indifferent universe that love will exist among us in the thoughts, and the words, and the actions of the two people who stand before us and pledge their lives to one another.
And for the the two who make that pledge, it is the beginning of a great adventure."
Today, eleven years later, it makes more sense than ever. Love you, Kate Thompson. Can't wait to see what the next eleven years bring.
