Into the Light

I am going to the fourth wedding of the year (the fifth sealing because Tammy's parents were sealed in the temple in April). Another time to shed the dayliness and step into the warm day of Medleyness. Each time we anticipate a gathering, there is the usual "gosh, who is going to make it?" In all the hubbub we discover always that more came than we thought. Once in a while ALL of us are there. It never matters who is there and who isn't because where two or more are gathered, there is noise, food, laughter (lots and lots of that), longboards, shopping, dancing, singing, crying (usually the baby), trading clothes, complimenting ties, adjusting waistlines, hugging (lots and lots of that), sparkling cider, organizing who will ride with who, making sure we don't forget someone, hair things (lots and lots and lots of that).

A wedding is so special. There is the advice from the married siblings, and the rapt attention from the unmarried. The bride is primpt and fussed over by many females (always plenty no matter who made it or not). The bride does not even have to be an original Medley to receive the ridiculous amount of attention, such a given. In this family there is room for all.

My heart skips beats every time I stop and think about seeing them all again. My heart is soft and ready to sponge up the sounds, smells, sights, tastes and the feelings saturating our circle. How much joy can one heart take? I'm over my quota and still I walk into the lovely ten days to come. All the fancy writing, the elite journalism, the artistic pen cannot come close to what it is really like to be the mother of these incredible children.

That's all I can say because I have to wipe all these tears from the keyboard...