I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way.
– Pablo Neruda
There are so many beautiful photographs
I could post showing the bride and groom
from last weekend's wedding.
But the scene that eradicated my mascara,
sending it streaming down my cheeks,
was this one.
When she finally reached the end
of the long center aisle
and he took her hand,
they both broke down.
There wasn't a dry eye
in the room.
To the bride and groom,
their family and friends.
And blessings to all of you
who remember the overwhelming emotion
of joining your life together with someone
you love without knowing how it happened,
without knowing why
you should love this particular person
You just do.