Weddings

I wrote about cemeteries last night. I'd spent the day working at one of the oldest cemeteries in the county. But today we attended the wedding of our good friends Skip and Lisa and I felt that writing about weddings tonight had a certain symmetry to it.
I know it's not manly to admit, but I often get teary-eyed at weddings. It can be people I hardly know. There's just something about the music, children with flowers in their hair, people smiling and some of the most beautiful words ever written that somehow seeps deep within my soul and conjures up tears.
Today was no exception. When Skip was saying his vows, his voice cracked with emotion, and all of a sudden I had tears in my eyes too.
It was a small ceremony in an old Methodist Church in the country. The afternoon sun had fun with the stain glass windows, and the colors in the old church were remarkable.
Skip told Jilda and me last fall that he had asked Lisa to marry. He told me that the relationship that Jilda and I have was an inspiration. We both were so flattered that he would say that.
He'd been married a long time ago, but had been single through all the years we've known him. I am so happy that he found someone to spend the rest of his life with.