"I think Aunt Laura is an interesting person to visit with," Jane says.
"Me too," I say.
The reception hall a splay of jubilee, Jane and I thread our way back to our table. Relatives and strawberry shortcake, music and dancing, a fall storm held off just long enough to complete an outdoor ceremony, my cousin got married.
Something happened there in the squirreling wind and sprinkling rain, an act of God: marriage. Corey and Olivia became a new unit of family. We watched and beheld the glory. A holiday of love, merriment ensued.
And in a small moment between Aunt Laura and the cousins I rarely see, I turn. There is Jane out on the dance floor. Flip-flops lost under a folding chair, twinkle lights holding the room, she breaks into dance. We all step into a new season.
Gratitude:
5594. Corey and Olivia get married.
5595. Spur of the moment, I invite a neighbor to dinner. He accepts. And he brings three pies!
5596. I discover I love pumpkin pie. (?!)
5597. I lose my phone and then find it when the small diner next to the grocery store calls with it.
5598. A friend stops by out of the blue.
5599. I get hammered by a migraine and rise again.
5600. I discover how to knit a bonnet by Elizabeth Zimmerman.
5601. Craig surprises me with a date to a local pizza shop.
5602. We settle into the arms of autumn enjoying warm afternoons and brisk nights.
5603. I make one of the best lentil soups in years.
5604. Craig prints new family photos for our living room.
5605. We tumble into Sunday evening exhausted, spent, and full.
I LOVE these photos of you and Craig. True love encapsulated by commitment. May it be so for Corey and Olivia too.
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