There is nothing better than a reception after the wedding. That has always been my thought. Hurry up and get married so we can party at the reception. I went to a wedding on Saturday and I felt the love. I knew she loved him and he loved her. The way they looked at each other, the way they held each others hands - it was palpable. It was felt by all and it was genuine. In these times when being able to find someone who gets you and who you get is so rare, it was a beautiful sight to behold and to feel. Two young people, both who admitted they have made mistakes that have affected there freedoms and the lives of those who have come through them, are willing to believe that they can do anything together. I believe they can. The church was filled with well wishers and those who knew the couple separate and together. It was love. The commitment from the church community was to help them to be a couple and to help them to understand that love is a choice. It is not just a one time thing, it is what you enter into for the rest of your life; to stand together with that one person forever. I believe they got it.

The bride and the groom had a ceremony that was put together by the church for them as their gift. Many donated hours and times and decorations and money to help this couple to get off to a fresh start. I did not know them long and I would say that I don't know them as well as I probably will soon. However, what I do know is what I felt. Tears came into my eyes and I could feel the intensity of their love as could everyone else in the church. God bless them both and their families. What they have is the kind of love that is so rare and yet it is the kind of love that when found, should be held onto forever. Retiring at 55 I am able to sit back and see and feel what I know to be true. This was true love and I am so glad I was able to witness what it looks like.