Welp.
The Wedding (my oldest nephew’s) is in the rearview.
In the words of Simon and Garfunkel, “Time it was and what a time it was.”
So let’s get right to the wedding haiku, the waiku, before I forget what day it is and what I’m supposed to be doing here.
Because my brain and everything else has kind of felt like this since it took place Friday evening. For real.
So. F-cking. Foggy. 🤣
Anyhow:
Love. It’s everywhere. It surrounds us. Holds us close. Hearts burst with pure joy.
I can honestly say I have never felt so much love in one room.
My nephew’s greatest gift (and he has many great ones) is his ability to connect people. And those connections were out in full force all week. Together, he and his wife amplify everything good about not just each other, but everyone they touch—everything is bigger, better, stronger, more fun…
Interestingly and coincidentally, the two *big* speeches had some unplanned overlap…one of them talked about halves and wholes and another noted that when you’re with the bride and groom you somehow come out of it more whole than when you went in.
This English major sees something super symbolic in all that math talk, something special in the fractions and the wholes and the more wholes:
Love is force multiplier.
It was an absolutely epic night.
After a Saturday of debriefing and recovery and more debriefing, eventually we met my sis, b-i-l, and a few others to close out the week with a nightcap. There was some live music and as the guy sang “Running on Empty,” my sister noted that it seemed particularly appropriate.
Full hearts, empty tanks. 🤣🤣🤣
No one wanted it to end. No one wanted to burst this giant love bubble holding all these great people by leaving.
But we had to go and so yesterday we drove home. Took us about 11 hours, and though it was a long drive it’s not a hard one. And they call it home sweet home for a reason.
Oh, and I couldn’t get my head around drinking a Mich Ultra out of these fat cans:
Why, Canada?
Who am I kidding? It was a small price to pay. 🤣🤣🤣
Anyhow, as the previously quoted song “Bookends” encourages, I’ll be preserving these memories—of how things looked and sounded and felt, of how love was part of every fiber in the fabric of the week—for the rest of my life.
They’re all that’s left me, after all.
Hope you’re making and saving some great memories. Thanks for being here.
All this love talk reminds me…
…love you too.
Have a great week.