an Ode to Fall/Weddings

The time has come.  I can officially say wedding season is over.  Last night was the last “hoorah” with a night celebrating Sarah and Adam and it was, once again, a night to remember. There’s just no better way to start a marriage out than with great food, drinks, and dancing with your favorite people in life.  That’s what they did. I wore leopard, which, as it turns out, was a large theme of the night.  I was glad to fit in.

I have the sexiest friends, ever. And yes, I’m showing way to much panty-hosed leg here

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The bestest of the best.

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My go-to wedding date and I.

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The church. It’s radical, but pretty.

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The organ player busted out some serious phantom of the opera-like music while guests were being seated.  We were wondering if perhaps the groom would fly in from the the balcony, or maybe, instead of using rice or bubbles to bid them farewell, we would release bats? Neither happened, she switched to far more appropriate wedding music shortly after.

I have the best people in my life.

Subject change!

Now, if you remember, I love fall.  I think I proclaimed that I would date fall, if it were a man.  (I still stand behind that)

This season fulfilled all of my hopes.  Fall made my heart smile more warmly than it has in a long time. It made me believe in a lot of things.  And it feels really great to find hope in those things again.

I know, that’s vague.

(She’s being dark and depressing, right?)

No! This is bright and happy, very much so!

(insert cute dog picture that is inapplicable to subject here:)

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I believe in Grand Rapids again. Which, yes, is one of the things I was referring to.  I had a strong dislike for the city for quite some time.  It took 2 1/2 years and 1,200 miles of separation to remember my appreciation for it. The relationship is still young, still blossoming, but it feels good to fall back in love with the place I came from.

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Oh, and I love fall.

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The funny thing is, I’m aware that Fall is the space of time when things die.  The leaves and green things of summer are dying in their vibrance.  It just doesn’t seem right though.

It’s similar to our own lives, where it happens too quickly.  Life is beautiful and magical and before we can whisper how it’s stolen our breath-it’s gone.

It makes me wonder-this season where everything is colorful and cozy, with the smell of burning leaves and cinnamon and crustaceans (crustaceans?) can be the time where the earth around us is literally dying.  If I (or, perhaps we?) looked at death a little more like this – with bold shades of the most romantic colors and with the smell of cinnamon – would it be a lot easier to grasp; to cope; to appreciate?

Is death one really magical season of a much bigger picture with a lot more seasons?

If it is- then we must have something amazing waiting for us – like Spring or Christmas.

I think it’s why I have a really hard time believing in Limbo, or just being done when we die.  I think that’s why it’s so easy to believe in Heaven.  Not just because I was raised in a home that believes wholly in it, but because it just seems like a logical next step.  Perhaps this entire life is just a really beautiful Autumn death before an intense Spring of rebirth.  Without all the placenta. Yeah?

Did I mention I saw a really dashing young man today at the dog park?

To Fall, the happy newlyweds, and to that cute guy,

Cheers!

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