Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
That’s how Saint Paul defines love.
In the address of a wedding I attended on Saturday, the minister said how love was described by a group of 4-11-year-old children. The answers included Love is when you fall down and they help you up again. Love is when your eyelashes go up and down so quickly it’s like stars come out. Love is when you like someone so much, you would share your food with them. Love is when someone says your name but it’s different and it sticks in your mind. Isn’t that beautiful? When asked how you know who to marry, one child replied, “You don’t know who you’re meant to marry, God knows from the beginning and you just have to wait and see who you’re stuck with”. I think there’s something amazing about that; the sense of adventure while still knowing it’s in good hands.
The wedding on Saturday and in particular, the couple getting married, well, that’s how I’d define love. I remember a fair few years ago now, sitting and praying about this very day with the bride. At the time, we had no idea what was going to happen but it’s fair to say, we put it in good hands and our prayers were answered. It was the most beautiful day. We were all blessed with glorious weather; the sun was shining all day. After a beautiful afternoon in Richmond park, we went on to the reception at an incredible venue with absolutely stunning views over the park, right through to a breathtaking sunset over the horizon.
Right through the speeches and first dance it was clear even from their faces that this couple are meant to be together. Listening to the speeches, I was amazed at how much of their lives I was aware of or had been involved in in some way and it was such a honour to be able to share the day with them.
It was so happy, so beautiful and just so perfect throughout, finishing the day with a good old ceilidh and as an honourary northerner now, I can say proudly, no, this is not simply a barn dance. What better way to get everyone up and dancing and just enjoying themselves. It was also great to catch up with old friends and finally celebrate my 18th birthday nearly two years later with one friend in particular and the first time joy of an open bar.
Every minute was fantastic, every minute was perfect. Having known the groom since I was less than knee high and the bride for a good few years now, I have known them separately and I have known them together and I’m not sure I can think of two people better matched. I guess that’s what happens when you leave it in the hands of Love Himself. Sometimes you just look at people and know it’s forever. 🙂