A Wedding in Seven Takes

Well, fancy that. There is still a blog that exists here on the inter-tubes! Every day this week, I woke and thought, I’ll just go over and type a few things, and then, by the time I’d opened my computer, I had fallen asleep again. It was most extraordinary, given how the week before I never slept at all. Or rather, not extraordinary at all, just the way these things go.

Yesterday, I managed to stagger back to the church and put lots of things back where they belong, and scrub honey off the floor, and stack up all the odds and ends that need somewhere else to go in the world. Today I’m going to put the Sunday school wing back together because we emptied it out to make a dining room for children, a dressing room, and a place to store boxes and detritus.

The problem I’m having is that I don’t really even know how to describe the singular event that preyed on my mind so continually for so many months. Aedan and Addie got married. There you have it. It’s like saying Jesus rose from the dead. It’s so momentous a thing that the usual crutches of linguistic descriptors break and fall away. One is left with words like ‘great’ and ‘cool’ and ‘awesome’ and ‘beautiful’, all of which feel insubstantial and paltry. I guess I could just try to describe the day, as I trundled along through it.

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