And now at last they were
beginning Chapter One
of the Great Story
no one on earth
has ever read
which goes on forever:
in which every chapter is better
than the one before.
It was one of those days that in itself felt so normal... so calendar-page. November 16. Sounds like a routine enough day, but it wasn't. Not for me. That was the day my Great Story came alive.
November 16 was the day the books were opened and Someone read: Brin, Wedding. As if those words had been inscribed on that day since the beginning of time. I felt it, too-- that the day was eternal... set-- and all I had to do was step into it. Live it. Walk it. Watch as the leaves and lake and lights blurred with cake and champagne and clapping to make a Wedding Day.
Josh and I were married at sunset in a simple but beautiful ceremony alongside a brooding, leaf-littered lake. It was everything and nothing I imagined. And I can't describe to you the emotion of walking down that hill toward him-- three bridesmaids behind, a clutching of roses with, a lifetime ahead.
We're settling in, now, and discovering all those things newly married people do: books owned in duplicate, childhood Christmas ornaments, the rhythms of someone so close but not you. I adore every minute.
Thank you for the happy wishes. More soon. --Brin xoxo