Sunshine daydream. Walking through the tall trees. Going where the wind goes. Blooming like a red rose.

On Saturday one of my oldest and dearest friends got married. It was a very "normal" event after 2 years of Covid times. 

After just having a nice time being around people I came away from the event hopeful. There are a lot reasons these days to not feel hopeful. No need to get into this read the news. So celebrating the union of friends was a really nice change from the passed however long it has been, right? All right here we go-

First off, my friend deserves happiness. The past couple of years have been filled with a lot of sadness and I am so happy he has found someone who loves him for him and wants to be his LHP (long haul partner). Second, let's hear it for in-person events and wine! What!? Third, I really liked their approach to the vows. They wrote their own and they were so sincere and sweet. 

The location was really pretty. It had been drizzly for a good part of the day and had started to clear which made the surrounding landscape very green and bright.

There was no officiant, just the two of them standing looking at each other reading what they had wrote. 

It was a small affair and so I was able to meet many of the attendees that I didn't already know. 

There was a long table family style table where we all had dinner, I am digging big dining tables (and the chandelier, it was really cool) it was like something out of a movie.

I made a few of the music playlists for the event, which I enjoyed doing and I was glad to be asked to participate in the happy affair.

Overall, not too shabby of a Saturday.

This is a short post today, but an important one for me. Trying to be a writer is hard. I am my own worst enemy and it is much easier to write about things that are dark, negative, and sad, about loss, or onions and music.

Maybe it is because when one is feeling good there isn't the need to sit down and hash it out on the page. I mean have you listened to any of the music I have written and performed?

That is why I write this...Saturday was about love. Not unrequited.  Love loss or  "the one that got away." 

But celebrating love and new beginnings.

The bride said that she was going to love my friend "hard," and that has stuck with me.

 And I totally didn't cry, it was allergies.