Posted at: 07/19/2009 10:18 PM
Updated at: 07/20/2009 4:25 PM
By: Benita Zahn

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True Love

 Just back from a most wonderful weekend in Plymouth, Mass. Wonderful not because the weather was spectacular and the water sparkling:  wonderful because of the wedding I witnessed.

   Mike and Mary tied the knot. I've known Mike all his life - his folks are my BFF'S. He's like a nephew to me. Mary is the great gal he met in college. It's a romance that's continued to blossom, as have they. When a couple grows as individuals as well as a two-some, you know it's something special .. that it's a good match.

   I always try to remember the words spoken at a wedding but, alas, a few hours later I can't recall much. It was different this time. The Deacon didn't speak in platitudes. He spoke plainly about life. It was his comments about Mike and Mary's hands that resonated with me. That's probably because during the service I noticed all the tiny, familiar and reassuring touches they gave each other. Small gestures, intimate in nature. So when the Deacon spoke about their hands building a life together, I thought yes, that's what I was seeing during the service. Even in the moments before their vows they were tuning up for the years ahead of them.

   By now M and M are lounging on a beach, rehashing the whirlwind of the wedding .. the young nieces and nephews who danced to the adults delight and their own ... their parents who spoke lovingly - the misty eyes when they kissed after being pronounced man and wife and so much more.

    And I'm sure that as they stroll along the sands their hands are entwined, already creating a blueprint with which to build their new life together.

   May it be blessed and as joyous as their first moments as man and wife.