two weddings

Two sisters, pre-wedding. The venue was absolutely beautiful. Horse pastures all around, gardens abounding, and lots of family and friend affection--perfect. 

 (dress-Nanette Lepore, belt-salvo, ring-gifted, shoes-Nordstrom, mad thigh muscles-planet fitness)

...and then things got interesting when Erin caught the bouquet and thus had the honor of receiving the garter from that studly man in the back ;)

In essence, we were classy ladies all evening.

The wedding, in all seriousness, was incredible. Though dancing to "Booty Work" was fabulous, I must say that the moment that will stick with me most was watching Drake as Cari walked down the aisle. For as long as I've known him, he's been solid, unshakable. But as his beautiful bride walked toward him, his steadiness wavered. Or maybe it just took a new form. The jaw was clenching, weight was shifting, and soon the tears fell--just softly enough to betray both his happiness and the gravity of the commitment he was about to enter. To me, those tears said it all. Their love will last, and I feel so lucky to have witnessed their two hearts becoming one.

In many ways, my most recent literary venture Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts also depicts a wedding-like union. One between man and land. Oh yes, the age-old connection. The 900-page tome follows an escaped Australian prisoner as he seeks refuge in Bombay. The protagonist Lin, an individual closely resembling Roberts himself, quickly falls in love with the city and her people. The epic tale tells of his trials during several years in India, and Roberts combines his narrative with poignant paragraphs of philosophic reflections. He ponders affection, justice, truth, and what he calls "the ultimate complexity," and the reader is catapulted through his story. Please, sisters, read this if you ever have some time for pleasure reading! His journey, as Drake and Cari's, is one we all deserve to take.