And Two Shall Become One

This past weekend we attended a wedding -

a mysterious, beautiful merging of two lives.

A girl from a family of girls

to a boy from a family of boys.

A girl who can light up a room with her smile

to a boy with a nasty, manly scar.

A girl who can make you soar to heaven on her violin

to a boy who soars down mountains on his skis.

A girl who exudes grace and beauty

to a boy with dare devilish courage.

What is this . . . this love . . . that would pledge
for richer or poorer
in sickness, in health
for better or worse
till death do us part?

Her face will light up when she sees he's come home.
He will carve swing seats out of mahogany wood.
She will climb mountains as long as he's with her.
He will surprise her with tickets to the opera.
She will find beauty in his courage
and he will find strength in her grace.

It's a love story, old - yet new

pure, inspiring and true.

The young gaze on with a wistful sigh

while the old remember the reasons why

they made their promises long ago.

And there is love.