"She soaked in the light, turned a new corner,"
Currently:
Reading: "I Am Her" by M.H. Clark
Watching: The Descendants
Listening: "Dear True Love" by Sleeping At Last
So with this ring,
May you always know one thing:
What little that I have to give,
I will give it all to you.
You're my one true love.
May you always know one thing:
What little that I have to give,
I will give it all to you.
You're my one true love.
"and stepped off the sidewalk into bloom."
The past few days have felt endless and yet they seemed to
have just slipped away. Yesterday I woke up and spent the morning with my best
friend, and the lovely people that surround her, and by the end of the day she
had a new last name.
It was one of those days that I will hold in my heart
forever…
I always thought when this day would come I would be full of
tears. But I wasn’t. I did well up a bit. I remember about halfway through the
ceremony I heard something tell me not to blink, because I didn’t want to miss
a minute of it. And all day that resounded through my head… Don’t blink because
you will never have this day again! I’ll savor the precious moments of sitting
on a bed while I ran my fingers through her hair. Laughing at her standing in a
towel trying to text to get things done. Sharing stories from our childhood
while she got her hair and makeup done. Filing in the car with her dress strewn
across my lap as my ever-independent friend drove herself to the wedding.
Shielding her from the groom as she made a dash inside to get ready. Having a
moment all to myself with her as she was getting ready and praying over the
woman that she has become, the marriage she will have. Getting a knock on the
door, during said prayer, because the reception area was being crushed by the
wind. Pinning boutonnières on the groomsmen. Holding the train on her dress.
Watching her cry as the whole bridal party surrounded them in prayer; while she
clung to her soon to be husband. Turning to her one last time as we prepared to
walk out, exclaiming that she was about to get married. Her calm and reassured
smile as she said, “Yeah, I am”. Holding the arm of my groomsman as I walked
toward a smiling Groom; thinking man I glad I have this arm to hold because he
asked me not to cry while walking down the aisle. I remember quickly turning my
head to watch the Groom’s face as she approached the end of the aisle; and his
smile couldn’t have been any bigger as she walked down the aisle crying. The communion where they leaned in to
each other as he prayed over them. The way her voice wavered in her vows. The
kiss that didn’t seem to be stop. And the rest is a blur of conversations while
she took picture after picture… until the last few moments; when I wrapped my
arms around my best friend and said goodbye for the last time in a long while.
"The branches above her, the shadows at her feet,"
I woke up yesterday and spent my morning with the little
girl I grew up with. And then yesterday unfolded like a newly bloomed flower.
When I finally said my goodbyes I realized that it was so hard to see her in
the beautiful woman that was standing before me. But I still saw, still knew
her, still found her… in the depths of my heart that had captured years of
memories with her and every moment I saw her through out the day; because I
didn’t blink, I didn’t want to miss a minute of it.
"heard her song, and gave it room."
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