the bride, me, and my lovely translator
I spoke at a wedding this past weekend and I thought I would post the reading: enjoy!
I often talk about finding home. Finding, constructing, building, creating, missing, needing, lacking, a home. In looking for home, I have found that it’s not about building with brick and stone but with love and trust. I want to find home in someone else, I only want to build, create, and construct in a space only possible with another person. to be able to feel not that there is a home in me or in them, but that together we are home. Though there are no guarantees in finding someone, it’s always helpful when people I know realize home between each other as Laura and Special have.
When people come to the realization that though surrounded by instability, there is a stability between them, between them in their consistent building of home. The immediate comfort of understanding that allows you to know someone by how they love you. By how you know they feel that song the way you do. And how they never stop smiling at that rockin’ electric guitar solo and at how you can never quite express how much you love it and them. They know you, song and solo because they are the only one living in a home that didn’t exist before them, before you.
I wish for both of you that throughout all the peices of home that may break, the times you will lack confidence in the sturdiness of your home, may you always feel and know that the parts of her that can be shaken, he can fix, and the peices he lacks she can find.
Enjoy home and always love coming back, back to a home that will exist sometimes with and sometimes without grace, but always with the strength that comes from knowing your home.
