There is an old southern tradition of publishing a wedding review following the ceremony and reception of young couple in town. We don’t see it much anymore- a robust report of wedding attendants, a vivid description of floral décor, and a recounting of each delicious morsel served. Let’s not forget the bride! Her hair, her radiant smile, and her dress… layer by beautiful layer of tulle and joy. So today, I just wish I were there to do it all again. I had the pleasure of witnessing my precious cousin marry his pretty lady last Saturday in Chicago. The only thing I feel obligated to report is that this very stylish couple were exquisite and our hours of dancing- simply fabulous. Bob and I made the most of it now that we especially appreciate a good wedding. We also celebrated our 18th anniversary as they were pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Burns. What did a wedding in Chicago and wedding in Americus have in common? Mimosas. A stunning couple. And a commitment to one another. A love story. So allow me to indulge my silly romantic self for just a few words. ONCE upon a time, in an age of terrible plague that befell the land, the love of a man and woman transcended all chaos. This is no tale of ordinary love. It is the legend of a handsome man from the ville of Nash and his mermaid who swam in the Brook of Oak, near the city of Chi. For this romantic runner, as swift as any Colt, knew that it is only with heart that one sees rightly- what is essential, is invisible to the eye. Armed with his secret weapons- the courage of a spreadsheet and armor of perfectly folded laundry- this striking man stood under an arbor and gazed as His Pretty Lady walked toward him. A dream fulfilled. This is no typical bride. She is a true mermaid, her spirit is a duality of nature, the embodiment of sea. Her force is tender and sometimes powerful. Her movement unpredictable and captivating. She is fearless in her wanderings. She is a warrior for love and her desire to defeat the distance, relentless. On this exquisite day, the guardians of her childhood led her towards him. A proud father who taught her to sing and celebrate. An elegant mother who raised her with an undeniable legacy of her ancestry. She holds her head high. She glitters with diamond dust. A lovely Robyn-bird fluttered around them, protecting and lavishing her love. Our beautiful bride wore a magical dress who enchanted all who witnessed. It encircled the couple in orb of splendor as the sister of this handsome man wed them. The bride and groom placed seals over their hearts. His brood of southern magnolias sighed in happiness. His parents welcomed their new daughter because she treasured this man as he should be treasured. As we should all be treasured- with our weaknesses and in spite of our strengths. AND they danced happily ever after. Congratulations Adam and Ashley. I love you both. And thank you, Bob. For eighteen married years of everything it has brought us. I love you so!
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Debbie
9/26/2020 11:37:24 am
So beautiful! Your writing is exquisite. I could envision it all as if I were there!!! Happy Anniversary to you and Bob, and ..... never stop writing and sharing!
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Dinah
9/26/2020 11:40:22 am
Beautifully written.
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Bob
9/26/2020 05:15:06 pm
I hope Adam and Ashley have a life together as wonderful as ours and full of love.
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