Carnations in the sky.
The wedding was amazing and perfect. Jordan did not break down into sobs, Ben did not lose the ring or get angry and kick me fiercely, I did not fall down in the isle, I smiled and was a good boy, and everyone knew that everything else was great. Then after the smiles and speaking and random jollity was over, my brother drove away with his new bride and I felt strangely shattered and vastly alone.
So I am back at camp and life goes on. Fear comes and goes, but amazing things still will happen. I am happy now, almost incandescently. Does anyone know what reality means? In other news, I shaved my head,
taTa
So I am back at camp and life goes on. Fear comes and goes, but amazing things still will happen. I am happy now, almost incandescently. Does anyone know what reality means? In other news, I shaved my head,
taTa
posted by Feanor at 2:36 PM
3 Comments:
Incandescently. :-) I can just hear Keira Knightley saying that delicious word...."You may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy...."
Oh, yay about the wedding, too. :-) Pictures???
*gasp*
~JCP
~JCP
Your head???
Your head?!?!
What happened to your head?!
in Pedro voice>> It got hot.
Oh.
Anywho, I agree on the beauty of the wedding, I was particularly and oddly encouraged by the things Mr. Kinnard was saying. Really, weddings are just a picture of Christ and his bride, you and me, and that is just plain cool.
Sorry about the post-lonliness. I heard that some waffle fries didn't didn't fare so well as a result. That's the answer, dude, take your angst out on the potatoes.
Well, after not posting on my own blog it seems that I've done so on yours. Take care, enjoy the incandescent happiness, ride the sorrow with His love, and don't let your head get hot. There's more to life than hair.
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