Wedding Day

It was a lovely day, sunny, cool, full of expectancy and activity. Beautiful girls in their finery, my girls, giggling out the door to have hair done and pick up bouquets, down to the venue while we made sure my dear friend was ready for her marathon day doing flowers for the reception with masses of sunflowers, wildflowers,  thistle, ribbon, shells glass beads, poised to turn a large table filled room into something magical. People from all over the country ignored that the wedding was on a work day, and took the opportunity to spend the weekend together before the big event on Monday. There were games and hula hoops, glow sticks and dancing into the late evening. The bride and groom were both radiant, bursting with love for each other. When they entered the room, whether together at the corner of the Krohn Conservatory reserved for the ceremony, or again front and center for the first dance, that love, combined with our mutual love for them seemed to light the place with a different light. A light that emanated from them, to them, toward each other. Unspeakable good will, the ultimate of joie de vivre that was tangible. It was a pinnacle day, fought for and won by the simple acts and words of love that permeated every conversation, blessed every spirit, ignited every memory of every heartfelt kiss. Oh, wedding day!