As long as I live, I will never forget the look on my dad’s face when my mother walked into a room. For 63 years, he got that look on his face every day.
Next week, we head to Portland for the wedding of E and B. E is the daughter of my cousin (makes you feel old when the next generation starts getting married.) Her family is part of my big, wonderful, extended family that loves and supports me. That accepts me exactly for who I am. That makes me laugh so hard that my stomach hurts.
I remember E as a little girl, with big eyes and long, beautiful dark hair. But I’ve really gotten to know and love her as an adult, a smart, warm, compassionate, funny, beautiful person. I’ve only met B several times, but t say that he’s a great guy doesn’t do him justice. It’s obvious to all who know them that this is a wonderful match.
It’s strange going to a wedding when you’re going through a divorce. (There. I said it.) Hearing someone else say the words you spoke and gave your heart to. In a time when things were different and people were different and you thought you knew how your life was going to be. As if you ever know how your life is going to be.
It would be easy to be cynical. (And those of you who know me know that I am capable of being quite cynical.) But I’m not going there.
My hope and my wish and my expectation for E and B is that they are for each other a soft place to land. That they are always kind to each other. And that they never lose the sparkle that each has when they look at each other. I know that this is possible, because I am surrounded by many examples of it…in neighbors, friends and family.
Best wishes for a long and happy life together.
And may you always have that look in your eyes.