Dave and I enjoyed a quick getaway to Richmond Virginia this past weekend prompted by a family wedding. It's been a beacon of escape etched onto the busy spring calendar for months now. A booked hotel, dinner reservations made at a delicious farm-to-table restaurant, and much unscheduled but highly anticipated merriment.
Cue the snag.
Days ahead of the weekend, our sitter had an unexpected death in the family. After much initial panic, and many a back-up plans considered, the Grand Dubs swooped in for the rescue. FABULOUS! Weekend is instantly back on, and the Craunlets are over-the-moon excited about prospects of a weekend all alone with the Grand Dubs. No parents to rain on the fun parade!
Dave and I drove off into summer on Friday morning, and wrung more fun out of those few days than I dreamt possible. The wedding on Saturday was lovely and perfect. Outside under a canopy of trees, the sweetest vows were exchanged listing promises of faithfulness and loyal love. But what completely undid me was how the bride ended ended hers with a forever and ever and ever.
The seemingly sing-song lightness of the words, and yet their eternal heaviness. So little is forever. Relationships are worth that, the promise of working at love forever and ever and ever.
And the husband and I remembered back to our wedding day, our exchanged vows, and our forever that now lies both behind and yet still stretched out ahead.