The Wedding...

Where do I begin in writing about Taylor and Christos' wedding that took place on October 16th.

Do I begin at the morning of the wedding with all her closest female friends in a flurry of attendance to Taylor, each of her friends more beautiful and precious than the next....

Do I begin at the moment of Taylor walking down the staircase, before her and my stretch limo arrives to drive us to the wedding sight, whereby all of us at the bottom of the stairs weep at the sight of her pre-nuptial radiance....

Do I begin with our arrival at the beach site where we see the rose-strewn path leading us all to the sacred circle where their ceremony will take place...or the sight of Christos moved to tears as he sees his bride to be coming down the path escorted by her father....

Do I begin at their ritual of washing each other's feet with rose petals and the sea shells from which they dipped their petals for water....

Do I begin at the most moving of endeavors for the blessing of the rings when Christos and Taylor went around the entire circle of family and friends asking each of us to speak our own blessing of the rings as they took in each and everyone's love that was in attendance.

Do I begin at my gazing across from the Italian bride's side to see the Greek groom's family with their astounding beauty, and regal ethnic stance....

Do I begin at the speaking of their vows to each other--spoken so strong, so clear, so heartfelt, so true....

Do I begin at the pounding of the waves crashing behind us and the dolphins and seals that found their way to our shore to add another aspect of nautical magic....

Do I begin at the handful of magenta rose petals that we all tossed at the bride and groom after they were pronounced man and wife....

Do I begin at the reception held ocean-side with the warm luster of tea lights and smiles and tears as family and friends toasted them....

Where do you begin with an afternoon and evening that one hoped would never end?

Gracie Garp