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my dad and rona got married on saturday. it was beautiful, perfect, blissful. only family, we gathered in a tight circle around them as my uncle pronounced them husband and wife in the backyard, facing the glistening lake. white tables covered in pink flowers popped up and we ate, drank, and were endlessly merry. ella fitzgerald, steely dan, and marvin gaye serenaded us late into the fragrant afternoon, through the popped champagne and the toasts, the snapped pictures with my laughing cousins out on the grass. after everyone left, dad, rona, and i took the leftover wine and cake down to the dock and ate, talked, laughed, cried, swirled our feet around in the chilly water. our little trio makes me feel so content.
so surrounded by my family, the one constant in my life, yet so enveloped in change. rona had long been a part of our family before this day, but weddings always make me think of evolution. ian is getting married in october. sylar's voice is changing and he's almost as tall as i am. eli is all of a sudden this big, great, smiling man. im graduating in december. and then where the hell will i be? who the hell will i be? im not sure. i really just want to move to bali and make pottery and live in a grass hut. the thought of working a regular job, day after day, with a week or so of vacation a year, makes my throat close up.
so surrounded by my family, the one constant in my life, yet so enveloped in change. rona had long been a part of our family before this day, but weddings always make me think of evolution. ian is getting married in october. sylar's voice is changing and he's almost as tall as i am. eli is all of a sudden this big, great, smiling man. im graduating in december. and then where the hell will i be? who the hell will i be? im not sure. i really just want to move to bali and make pottery and live in a grass hut. the thought of working a regular job, day after day, with a week or so of vacation a year, makes my throat close up.