August 8, 2021. Sunday.

Grant + Kate. Sometimes dreams are fragile tiny things and they break easily; sometimes they harden into something strong and tangible and that’s when they are no longer dreams but reality. After the bride and groom drove down the road, the heavens opened up and let the rain go. I thought maybe it was an apt happening, with so many sad and happy tears being let loose during the ceremony. I sat during the service and wondered how many youth wished it was them sitting where Grant and Kate sat. Neil preached about a rooster taking care of his hens, and how the hens listened to him because he kept them safe. Then he said that women feel love when men are devoted to them and men feel love when women respect them. The choir songs were lovely and I would have cried if my emotions wouldn’t be so locked up inside. The one prevalent emotion is happiness. I am so happy for both of them. I hope they grow “mold” together. (skips a paragraph)

I had a good time tonight. We had a fire with the youth sitting around it. Three or four conversations were going on at once. It was the perfect way to spend an evening after a wedding. Quiet, apathetic. I didn’t feel obligated to talk. I could stare moodily into the fire if I so wished. The coffee was good. So were the marshies. + the fire. All red-gold burning + simmering under the stars.

Sometimes a day is not a ten until you relive it in a memory.

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