whitenoise wedding

Thuds are rarely good.

Timmy was standing back and to the left and as his frame tipped forward in my peripheral vision, I was shocked at the inertia that he gained in those 6 feet. At the opportune moment, …

“I do.”

He smacked the stairs diagonally, his eyes strained toward the face of God like Ruben’s Daniel, almond white and blotched. For a second he was a store mannequin, his head bouncing twice with convincing seriousness. Sweet mother, Timmy had died. This is about the time I became uneasy, and not necessarily from the context of the ceremony. It's a sobering thing to witness someone losing control of their faculties due to his failure to wiggle his toes periodically. Things got constricted. The faces in the audience became swatches of brownish red, clouded around this mass of four black and maroon morticians prepared to plunge this kid in the river.

After Tim resurfaced, with a sizable rugburn on his face and a man-sized dose of embarrassment, we shuffled into our designated spots and the ceremony commenced, Chris calmly reciting the remainder of his vows, not easily shaken considering one of his groomsman had just bought it like a champ.

A candle lighting and another of my closest friends was wed, joined with this fantastic girl that God had placed in his life.

Chris, Rachel, I love you both.

We pass through these phases in life, in and out of consciousness, through the rivers and out the other end.
He led us through the first step of living and He’ll lead us through the rest.