It's all about the loveLove. We write about it, sing its’ praises. Hope for it. Share it. Hoard it. Mourn it when it’s gone.
For a romance writer there is no greater celebration of the love between two people than a wedding. If you want to see love in its’ purest form, get thee to the chapel.
My niece, Jennifer, was married yesterday, to Jason Denny, the love of her life, in a beautiful lakeside ceremony in Orlando.
It had been raining steadily for two days straight all across Central Florida (it rained so hard in Tampa, about an hour and a half away, that the roof of a Bed Bath and Beyond store collapsed). The wedding was scheduled for 4:30. The skies were cloudy and dreary. The guests were arriving, some with umbrellas in hand.
The sun came out at 4:06.
Apparently, love does conquer all!
As you might expect, the wedding ceremony was beautiful, the bride, breathtaking, the party that followed, a blow-out. I went stag, but I absolutely refused to miss out on the dance floor fun. I danced with my brother, my sister, my nephew and the bride. I cried when my brother toasted the couple’s happiness, saying how happy he and my sister-in-law were to welcome Jason into our family. Everyone got misty-eyed when Jason toasted Jennifer, his new bride, and thanked her for being his friend and confidant as well as his wife.
Here’s my toast: Jennifer, I have loved you since the first moment I saw you, swaddled in the nursery on the day you were born. I have watched you grow from a busy toddler to a beautiful woman who gives love to everyone around her. I pray you are blessed with happiness and light and love—in all weathers. Jason, welcome to the family. You’re a keeper.
All my love,
Your proud Aunt Karen