July 29, 2012

Character

Yesterday, I stood with my best friend as she took a new name. Thinking back over everything, in the back seat of CRV somewhere on the New York Thruway, I’m overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. Stirring music, words of covenant, Elisabeth in white, a bride adorned and prepared for her groom — glimpses of a deep mystery.

This is not the first time I’ve been a bridesmaid. In fact, this was number 8. I cherish each experience and love each woman who has asked me to be part of her wedding day, but this one is different. I’ve shared in it differently, and the tears that are still intermittently clouding my eyes remind me there’s more to this story than a ceremony.