I watch them from my seat in the dimly lit ballroom, watch the sparkling lights dance on her gown as she spins.
Her smile fills her face and his heart, as he gently dips and sways with her to the music. They are so young, so much in love and so very newly-wed. Less than one hour old, their marriage is as fresh as they come and filled with promise and hope.
I want to stop the music and tell them to go — go NOW and start their life together. Before it’s too late. Before life gets in the way. Before obligations and bills and children and sickness scare them into being adults. Before the drudgery of Monday morning creeps right into Sunday night.
But their smiles, their laughter and their tears while reading their vows are my answer. They ARE starting their life together, and it begins today. She calls him her “person” and she is his “rock”.
I cannot take my eyes off of them as they dance and whisper and giggle.
I try to find a bit of wisdom, something a long-married woman could share with a beaming young bride that would be inspirational or awe-inspiring — a string of poetry, a line from a romantic movie, even something from a cheesy greeting card.
Nothing. There is nothing I can share beyond the simple words they uttered at the altar.
Love. Honor. Cherish.
All the days of your life — for as long as you both shall live. Because life has a way of moving forward, of ticking along when you don’t see it coming, of throwing curveballs at you when you least expect them.
Love can conquer a lot of stuff, but you have to feed it daily. Give more than your share, with no expectations.
And always remember to dance.