Weddings are a nervous day, for everybody.
Those two who stand at their altar, bound by love and fresh commitment to unify their hearts for evermore, are the constant centre of attention throughout the day.
In this modern age, mobile phones and cameras are a constant companion to every wedding guest. The temptation to snap and shoot every move, whim, and fancy of the smartly dressed couple, is hard to resist.
Below, a photo not of the couple, but father and son. The son, the groom in waiting, flitted about the gardens of a lavishly organised wedding day. Riverside, tree lined, and wood beamed structures that contained seating around a small altar where the couple would make their vows to each other.
The bride stayed away from the crowds. She knew the guests should be kept on the edge of their seats before she made her entrance. At the right moment, a walk down the steps, into a room full with guests, hearts brimming with the love and affection that makes such a day memorable. Her dress trailing behind her, held by bridesmaids. Cameras snapped, mobile phones made videos, guests without either, gawped, smiled, and tears began to roll along rosy cheeks.
I watched as my son prepared to marry the woman he loves. My heart swollen with joy, pride, and hope.
This photo shows his happiness and anticipation, and my joy and pride that I have for my son.
The most beautiful girl in the world had just entered the room, and my son was about to marry her.
A wedding is a deal made between two lovers. To always be lovers. To be aware that the world out there is unaware of how important that love is, and that to protect it, is part of the deal.
These two lovers spoke their intentions with well formulated thoughts, meaningful words that only came from their hearts. To not only cherish one another, but to always remember that we live in a throw away world, and this marriage is built on solid commitment of a lifelong adventure together. Marriage ushers a new spirit int their lives, and they will live it with that spirit always in their hearts.
Their hands shook as they read their vows. Her voice broke, and gasps of air filled her lungs when she told her love how much she cherishes him. A sob broke the rhythm of her speech, and he reached out and touched her arm, gently. He reminded her that they are here together, he will support her.
He then took his words, written down carefully, and drew a deep breath, wiped the wetness from under his eyes, his lips trembling, he said his words. The strength in his voice heard well throughout the room, but also the quiver in his voice hard to miss.
As they both spoke their words publicly, joy flowed through the room. Guests filming, taking photos, watching with open mouths, children scrutinized the proceedings.
Those words, full of tremble and quiver, yet flowing. The truth of them spoken, fired like the arrow through the thickets of life, to mark both their hearts, forever. Two hearts wounded in the most mythical way. Both now walk happily with the same ancient wound. Pierced by the point of love.
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