ring the bells!

Though there was, actually, no singing at the wedding, even though it's potential was mentioned, there was a wedding. My brother, Ryan, and his 11-year partner, Kim, got married over Labor Day weekend.

We realized that the first time I met Kim, I was 12 years old. She is an amazing woman and I love her and look up to her in so many ways.

Kim's stepmother, Deb, ordered a bunch of flowers from a wholesale supplier, picked them up from the airport in Chicago, and drove them up to Madison. Once they got here, we set to work right away making boutonnieres, bouquets, and other flower arrangements. I got to make Aaron's boutonniere, and he made my bouquet. He was very serious about the creation of his flower arrangement, and everyone was super impressed with his masterpiece.

My dad was the "minister" for the ceremony, thanks to some online church-type-thing that he signed up for. The ceremony was really sweet, I think I cried the whole time. The fathers on both sides spoke, and then Ry and Kim had prepared some things to say. Ryan read a part from The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran. I had never heard it before, but it was so beautiful.

When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams

as the north wind lays waste the garden. 

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. 

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. 

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love. 

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. 

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.