TWO WEDDINGS ON THE SAME DAY
We attended our friends wedding
and as part of the mood they wanted to create
they were married in a chapel…built in 1888.
What made their wedding even more special to us was…
when they arranged it they didn’t know
it’s the same chapel Deborah and I were married in
37 years ago.
It was a different day…a different month
and for us…a different milestone…
a time when our children were still children…
now they have lives and families of their own.
But as I saw our friends walk down the aisle
and exchange vows…as happy as can be.
that moment 37 years ago
came flooding back to me.
I saw us in this very chapel
with or friends an family seated in these pews
young and happy 37 years ago..as if it was brand new.
And for a moment…even though I know
we’ve both grown old and gray…
in the beauty of my memory it seemed like yesterday.
So I was doubly happy seated in the chapel
as our two wedding combined…
Their wedding we were attending…
and my wedding…in my mind.
I was as happy for them as I was for Deborah and me
knowing we are all forever a part of this chapel’s history.
A history of when we came together
Joined our hands…our souls…our hearts
Under the roof of this old chapel…
37 years apart.
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