We went to the wedding of my friends Christi and Scott this weekend. The weather was perfect and the setting was idyllic, at a beautiful historical landmark in San Juan Capistrano. Christi and Scott were beaming, their love and happiness shining for all to see.
I sat sat next to Mike and we watched them become husband and wife. I flashed back to our wedding and the vows we took as I listened to Christi and Scott take theirs:
These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and vibrant with love, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as he promises to love you all the days of his life.
These are the hands you will place with expectant joy against your stomach, until he too, feels his child stir within you.
These are the hands that look so large and strong, yet will be so gentle as he holds your baby for the first time.
These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes: tears of sorrow and tears of joy
These are the hands that will comfort you in illness, and hold you when fear or grief wrack your mind.
From this day forward, for better, for worse.
As Christi and Scott held hands, my husband and I held each other. We have been through the worst that life can throw at you. We have struggled, we are struggling, but we are together, sometimes pulling the other, sometimes pushing. We have lost everything, and we are slowly trying to build our lives again.
I wished with all my heart that August 8th turns out to be the worst day of Christi & Scott’s lives. That every day after their wedding only gets better and better. That they only know happiness and never have to wipe tears of sorrow from the other’s eyes. That they never, ever know grief.
I remember our wedding day, when I held Mike’s hands and we took our vows.
As long as we both shall live.