We celebrated the love of two close friends this weekend.
There was talk of wedded bliss,
of forever happiness.
And we took this photo,
and I look at this photo now,
Past the whimsy of floating bubbles,
of sunlight and laughter and dancing and happy tears
and wine at dusk and his dapper suit,
there is a deeper thing.
My fingers can’t quite place it.
My heart can’t quite articulate it.
If you asked me for a road map to that moment,
I couldn’t give you one.
And from here on out we’re following our headlights in the dark…
But three years in,
our lips mouth the words to vows we’ve made before,
and we marvel a little that we’re still here,
still together –
deeper still – we’re best friends.
It is absolutely a choice.
But it’s a little bit of a miracle, too.
(Thanks to Lauren for taking the photo and to Leen for blowing the bubbles!)