Celebrate

I’m waking up every morning feeling like I have a cold. But I don’t think I do. I think I am mildly allergic to the cat, or at least my body is not used to having a warm heavy breathing furry thing perch itself on my chest for hours on end while I try to read. He doesn’t sleep in my room but I let him hang out there quite a bit. I’m wondering if we need to take a little break.

Find ourselves.

Remember why we got into this in the first place.

We don’t have to split up.

I just need to be able to breathe again.

Literally, cat, I need to breathe.

So the wedding. The wedding!

Most. Amazing. Wedding.

The best man gave a very quick toast before dinner and said, “There is so much love in this room…!” And that’s the best way to say it. So much love at this wedding. So much love amongst friends, family, colleagues. It just felt like, we have all been through so much together—at different times in our lives, for different reasons, with different end results—but we have been there for each other, and now we get to revel in the joys of life for one whole night. And by “we” I mean the universal “we”. Everyone, whether I know their story or not, seemed driven to celebrate what life is because it had taken so much to get there.

The humanity was uber present.

So we ate, we drank, we dressed up pretty, we listened to words carefully chosen and eloquently executed, we were surrounded in songs so perfect for this couple, we reveled in the sunshine and in the dusk as it fell around us, we stood beneath the leaves and trees and migrating ducks and we danced, we danced, oh how we danced.

So many mention-worthy highlights: the stunning vows that MB and Jason wrote and committed to heart and presented to each other, the remarkable beauty of the bride, the perfect-ness of every wedding element from sunflower bouquets to the oysters at the raw bar to the selection of the readings to the martini luge (yes, look it up), J-Lo on the dance floor singing EVERY SINGLE WORD to Ice, Ice, Baby, J-Church on the dance floor doing things with his body that I had no idea could be done (not like that silly), great music—the Pogues, the Proclaimers, James Brown, G & R—not a cheesy choice in the bunch, slow dancing with my fake-date Joey P., Papa Fritzky literally dancing the night away, smiles, hugs and laughter everywhere.

Good times. Let’s all do it again some time, shall we?