One of my most nostalgic memories from my senior year in college is of sitting on the porch with my roommates, talking about all that we were going to be and do. Careers, classes, deep thoughts, boys--I know that sillier things were discussed too.
If I let my mind wander back, I can feel the just-a-bit muggy air...smell a burning cigarette...hear the crickets chirping in the background...see the stars shining past the nearby streetlight and the glow from a light in our living room.
"A doctor, a lawyer, and a psychiatrist--if it all works out, you three could open a one-stop shop someday," my mom liked to joke. I don't think the world is quite ready for that degree of problem fixing, but it has worked out for the three of us. Ten years later, we're all doing what we dreamed we'd be doing. And this weekend the last of the three of us joined the other two in all being married to awesome guys, as well.
I love weddings in general, but there's something even extra heartwarming about those of very old friends who are so happily in love. It's evidence to me that the universe is working out the way it should, and it's a bit of a vaccine against the nastiness and unpleasantness we all sometimes face.
Like you do when you're married--as my old roommate was saying her vows--I thought back to my own, particularly a quote we had our minister read at the end of our ceremony.
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.” --J.R.R. Tolkien