a passage

Last Saturday my good friends Jeanette and Shawn got married. This Saturday my friends Gina and Rich got married. Both amazing couples and both incredibily fun celebrations. Meghan (who happens to be Gina's sister!) and I read a passage from Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh at Jeanette and Shawn's wedding. I took the picture below of Gina on her wedding day.

For marriage, which is always spoken of as a bond, becomes actually, many bonds, many strands, of different texture and strength, making up a web that is taut and firm. The web is fashioned of love. Yes, but many kinds of love: romantic love first, then a slow-growing devotion and, playing through these, a constantly rippling companionship. It is made of loyalties, and interdependencies, and shared experiences. It is woven of memories of meetings and conflicts; of triumphs and disappointments. It is a web of communication, a common language, and the acceptance of lack of language, too; a knowledge of likes and dislikes, of habits and reaction, both physical and mental. It is a web of instincts and intuitions, and known and unknown exchanges. The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward and working outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.