French la Vie

Do you remember going to weddings as a child? I do.
With a million cousins, I must have gone to about 999,000 weddings — and I’m only slightly exaggerating.

But what is true from those early days is the bride.
To me, my cousins were — the most beautiful brides in the world.
– flowing dress, the veil, the bouquet of flowers, hair perfectly styled, abundant evident joy, and the long walk down the aisle with a slow graceful step. It was magical.

All I ever wanted to do was be near them, to smile up at them, to be a part of their moment.

And honestly, not much has changed.

Just this weekend, at the wedding of our dear friend’s daughter, I felt it all over again.
There she was — as beautiful as ever — walking gracefully down the aisle.

Later in the day a trail of little cousins followed her, with stars in their eyes, dreaming that one day, they might be like her.