Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Wedding

It was a beautiful day on a ranch nestled in a mountain valley in Colorado, and my little brother was getting married to his lovely sweetheart.

We made the drive from our hotel in Denver, through the rain that we learned characterizes many Colorado afternoons. By the time we reached the ranch, the sun was shining again.

Look at the background - I mean really, could it be any prettier?

Is it time YET?

And then there they were; the little boy I used to love taking care of, exchanging vows with the beautiful woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Amazing, that, the choice to put another first, from this day forward. Husband of mine says that is the most key part of marriage for him - choosing what another wants or needs over your own desires, and he compares it to the Biblical story of Christ laying down His life for us. It was lovely to watch two such special people commit their lives to each other.

Then there were the festivities.

The eating,

the examination of the ring by The Student,

And the dancing.

Grandpa and The Artist - my father and my daughter - had a dance of their own.

What a beautiful thing, to see the generations come together to celebrate love, and the beginning of a new partnership for my brother and new sister-in-law.

Mark Twain said, "Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century."

We know for sure that we will never be perfect, but perhaps in our sacrifice and service and friendship and faith, our love can come close. These two are on their way, and we wish them a beautiful journey of their own.

Trusting in Him,

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