Pfft. I’m one to talk. Err. I mean write. About love. I love to shrug it off as a thing that happens to crazy people.
I’m even quick to say that love doesn’t exist at all.
But, that’s not true. I know it does.
It’s just impossible to explain.
The trick is to find someone to help you define it.
My friends Kelley and Danny have defined it. So much so that they are taking the plunge this weekend.
And, in their honor, I’ve borrowed the words of the one person that has taught me the true meaning of love to explain why it is that two people, that seem sane, would embark on such a crazy venture like marriage:
Love is the passionate union of two individuals who expose their being and invite each other to share their lives. Out of this love grows a commitment and a feeling of togetherness that inspires happiness, intimacy, and trust. It is knowing that nothing is better than “us” and the embrace of a resulting sense of completeness.
But, really, you guys knew that already.
Kelly, Danny, I wish you a wonderful wedding day and honeymoon and know that I’ll be thinking of you from the KFC in Nassau.
You crazy kids, getting married. Bleh.