Our friends were married yesterday in an impossibly exquisite beach wedding. He looked at her the way a man looks when his heart is filled with love and gratitude. And her? She floated down the aisle like some ethereal being, eyes dancing and glistening in anticipation of their future together.
It was just. . . . magical.
And we were there. Celebrating and cheering and surrounding them with love until the wee hours of the Caribbean morning. Most of us old friends who'd attended each other's weddings in years past and who felt that tingly reminder of what that first moment of "I do" means when it's right. Yes, we were there. All taking vows right along with them and being reminded of what magical things can happen when we return to love.