Love Is In The Air
June 14th, 2010
Love is in the air. Everywhere I look around. . . .
The John Paul Young disco classic pretty much captures how I’ve always felt about the month of June. For some reason, I’ve always associated the month of June with weddings. I went to a wedding last night. The first wedding I’ve been to since my own. It was wonderful to be a part of someone else’s happiness as a spectator. The recitation of the vows. The exchange of rings. All of it is exciting to me each and every time I watch someone embark on such a momentous journey. I love weddings. I always have, ever since I was a little girl. There’s something about the tradition. You know what to expect but you don’t. You know the bride will walk down the aisle on the arm of a gentleman all the while smiling at her betrothed. You know she’ll be a vision in white as she floats down the aisle. You know the vows she and her groom will make to one another. It’s so routine that it’s almost rote. But at the same time, each time I hear a couple repeat their vows, tears form in my eyes as I think about the promises they’re making to one another and their families and friends. Love is in the air. Inhale.
