Important background information that not everyone reading this may have: my sister, who I love dearly got engaged on January 21.
I got home from seeing Pina tonight and as I was walking in the door I noticed a little padded envelope in the pile of incoming mail. I set the mail aside and came into the apartment quickly before heading back out the door to run to Andronico’s before it closed. After a few minutes, as I stepped out to go to the grocery store I decided to pick up the package and see if it was for me. It was so I decided to pause and open it up. I almost always remember when I’m expecting packages and I rarely send things to my home address. (We all have stuffed delivered to work, right?) I didn’t recognize the return address so this seemed like a surprise. And who doesn’t like surprise packages?
Inside the package I found a little gold bag.
Inside the little gold bag I pulled out a pair of washers on a key ring. There was a message etched on to each washer.
I read one washer and realized it was a familiar saying!
I read the other washer and my face lit up with a huge smile.
Of course when I opened the package it was 9:30 PM on a Thursday night (after midnight in the ET) so my bride-to-be sister is already in bed. I can’t call her and squeal with excitement, glee and love.
I skipped off to the grocery store with the special gift in my hand and thought since I couldn’t call my sister, I’d burn off some joy by chronicling this moment with a blog post. And then I thought, this may be the first of several best man posts leading up to the big day on August 11, 2012!
Jaime, I love you. Do you realize now I am going to insist on throwing you a Napa bachelorette party? 🙂
a photo I hope to be recreating in the very near future!
Today, I’m reading a passage from The Prophet, by Khalil Gabran, at Meagan McCrystle’s wedding. Upon finding this passage while doing research for different wedding reading options, I felt an instant connection. As I explore love a second time around, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want. This passage speaks exactly to what I believe a strong relationship looks like.
I couldn’t be happier to be reading this at Meagan and Patrick’s wedding. 🙂
An excerpt from “The Prophet” by Khalil Gabran
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
I love you Meagan and I am thrilled to be part of your special day. I wish you and Patrick an amazing life together (but not too together!)
I was in my first wedding this weekend since being a ring bearer back when I was 8 in my cousin John’s wedding.
This time around the experience was quite different. A whirlwind of running around, taking pictures, dancing, not having time to eat, trying to survive on Cheez-its, running around some more and trying to survive Northern Idaho.
If you had told me 5 years ago I’d be in Michelle’s wedding I wouldn’t have been surprised. If you had told me she would be getting married to a boy from Montana in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho I might have had a few questions. Whoda thunk it? But alas it happened and it was amazing and I couldn’t be happier for them.
Congratulations and good luck Michelle and Lance!
We were getting ready for Michelle’s wedding Wednesday night and Dave went into his closet to pick out a suit to wear to the ceremony. He grabbed a khaki suit that he used to wear all the time in Michigan — one that he thought was rather trendy and spring season-like. Coincidentally, I have the same suit but haven’t fit into the pants for four years so I certainly haven’t touched it.
Anyway, he pulled out the suit and realized that the pants are… PLEATED. Imagine our shock and horror when we realized we both used to wear wear pants with PLEATS. If you had asked us when the last time was that we wore pleated pants, I think we both would have said, “not since I was in 7th grade.” But no, it was actually like six years ago! We were fashion-senseless Midwesterner boys and we never knew it. until now.