I have a beloved wife
It’s such a wonderful thing to be invited to a wedding. Friends are vulnerable, brave and so articulate about the way they feel. It makes me weep, every time. I am useless!
I definitely love my closest friends, but I don’t often shout that out in front of 150 people and then make a speech about how great they are. Hearts are out. It’s pretty mega.
I am of course excited about the lifetime of happiness that awaits my newly-wed-friends-to-be…but I am also excited about having an excuse to wear some of my favourite dresses. I’m not sure I can justify buying any new ones. This blue one from Solace London in the photo is a favourite but I’ll have to choose between that and the orange version of it I also own (lol).
However, dresses aside. For anyone getting married in the next few months, I found a poem about marriage which to me evokes the familiarity and love symptomatic of the best kind of long-term partnership. First read over two years ago but the sentiment stays with me today. It’s just the most beautiful collection of words.
Makes me pretty excited about watching one of my best friends get married to the most wonderful of men in a few weeks time. Beloved as they already are to each other.
I have a beloved wife,
Familiar as the skirt
Of a well-worn robe,
And so this distant journeying
Fills my heart with grief.