It was heaven

My son married his love this past weekend. The entire occasion felt infused with the energy of love. Everyone said so. We laughed, we cried, we danced into the wee hours. My heart is so full I can’t manage to curate a photo album or even articulate what I’m feeling. We weren’t supposed to take pictures during the ceremony. But for the photographer and videographer, it was supposed to be unplugged. But one person took this picture anyway, of the new Mr. and Mrs. Arrindell saying the vows they’d each written just the night before. Their promises to each other were poignant, wry, real, and so very beautiful. I’ll put up more pictures soon but for now I’m just basking in the joy of our children, our families and true friends. So much joy. My new daughter, when she and her new husband spoke during the dinner portion of the festivities, described walking down the aisle on her father’s arm, everyone cheering and clapping as she moved toward my son, the lake and trees and clear sky behind him. “I felt as if I was walking into heaven,” she said. I’ll never forget those words.