Very beautiful photographs, Meri and sentiments as well. A fitting phrase for newlyweds. I am wondering who this couple might be and how they are connected to you? Thanks for sharing. xo, Noelle
Hey All: I'll let this couple know you're sending them good wishes. The groom is a family law attorney and has just joined the bride's mother's law firm as an associate. The bride's mother is my treasured friend (and former law partner). I've known the bride since she was about 8 or 9, and though she has "real" aunties, I get the status of "honorary auntie." Some of you may remember my post in Feb 09 about going shopping with the bride for her gown. The wedding was in April of this year and was quite an extravaganza.
And yes, Magical Mystical Teacher: I wept too. Not only in the sanctuary, but earlier in the hotel, when Andre was standing at the bottom of the stairs and Jessica came floating down in her beautiful gown......and Andre started spilling tears. Not a dry eye in the house!
I've been carrying on an on-and-off conversation with an acquaintance of the male variety who is going through a divorce and is dealing with the sense of dislocation that results from losing that familiar structure. He's trying to figure out how to be single again and doesn't feel as if he's very good at it. Thinks he never was. I told him I thought that one of the underrated things about marriage is that in a marriage partner, you have a witness to your life. Someone is there to appreciate the moments, big or small. Someone celebrates your accomplishments and helps pick you up when you fall. Someone sees the cloud passing across your face and wonders if you'd like a back rub or cup of tea. Someone listens to your dreams and woes, validates your perceptions or perhaps reorients the way you see things. There are little love pats exchanged in passing, for no reason other than physically reinforce all the spoken "I love you"s. Even when there...
It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...
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John
the day the bride and groom wept,
were you weeping too?
xo,
Noelle
I love this!
such BEautiful love...
xox - eb.
truly this is the best kind of ecstasy!
perfect offering....
i hope the happiness lasts a lifetime !
And yes, Magical Mystical Teacher: I wept too. Not only in the sanctuary, but earlier in the hotel, when Andre was standing at the bottom of the stairs and Jessica came floating down in her beautiful gown......and Andre started spilling tears. Not a dry eye in the house!