We ring the wedding bells. We drink, and we dance, and we cry. And we raise a glass to absent friends, and to those who were nearly absent but who found their way back. And we sing: He is for you. He is for you. He is for you.
Night before the wedding. In an ancient hotel, in a tiny bar, we sit together and gratefully sip our drinks after a long journey. We discuss the wonky floors, the resident ginger & white cat, and whether the hotel is haunted. And we give silent thanks, and we count our miracles.
october is for whimsy, cider, a movie marathon, craft nights, chinese takeout on a rainy day, baking just because, candles before noon, crunchy leaves, another pumpkin, soup as a personality, hayrides with friends, pasta parties, afternoon naps, and making peace with 5pm sunsets