Despite our midwest pedigree and our Southern transplantation, I think we're truly a New England family. Love is found in a strong handshake, a hand on a shoulder, a twinkle in the eye. It's found in quiet and contemplative moments under clear and cold skies. A roar of laughter over a dry joke over wooden tables and local draught beers on wooden tables.
There's another love--just as pure, just as strong--that swells like a warm tide. It rushes through each close embrace, each busy kiss and each genuine brilliant smile. It's a love that envelopes and spreads, it expands and it strengthens. It is a full, cacophonous house and a glass of aged red wine. It does not discriminate but it is true.
These two kinds of love melded beautifully this weekend. My Uncle Judd married my new Aunt Michelle in a ceremony that never flagged in its celebration and its happiness. It was the kind of happiness that lasts when everyone involved knows that two kind and loving people finally found the match they deserve.
It was an incredible weekend.
Congratulations, Judd and Michelle!
