weddings are magical but moreover an excuse to make the majesty of our beloved worlds collide. spent the weekend with a whole heap of beautiful people. i have a family of ride or dies and in turn my family has a bunch of beautiful ride or die friends, who are basically family without the crazy genes (they have their own crazy genes no doubt, but not our particular melange). and thats what weddings are supposed to be about in the most traditional sense: to ride or die. and how beautiful it is to know in life what it is to ride in die for such beautiful people. the moral of the story, therefore, is to ride on in an enduring, unending way until such time.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 19:31:31 +0000