It was the beginning of September and I was singing Christmas carols. Everything from Dean Martin, Mariah Carey, and Handel to the Reformation Hymnal. I washed the dishes, to Christmas carols. And frankly I was looking to the skies and begging for snow. Yes, I know, I’m a little early. So I’ve been told it’s not yet, Christmas Season, it happens to be, however, the end of Wedding Season. Which, of course, brings to my mind a certain wedding that took place on March 11 of 1990.
These two kids, see, got married at the ripe old ages of twenty and nineteen, thus beginning a journey together. A journey that has lasted through thick and thin over a span of, so far, twenty-one years and will last for many more. A journey that has resulted in a family, which I can only describe as perfect.
He was her first boyfriend. She was his first girlfriend. They met, they corresponded, they dated, they became engaged, they got married. I describe it as a fairytale, they describe it as pure blessing and Providence.
The Civil Wedding.
The ceremony was held by Bro. Davi P. Silva at my mother’s childhood church in Sorocaba.
I think, they were happy.
Aaand, they live happily ever after.
And that was it, and that was all. For now anyways because as soon as their twenty-fifth anniversary rolls around I’ll be planning. Oh, and let’s just say there won’t be any puffy sleeves or blue suits…