Our BEST wedding present came from the Universe - a totally unexpected, utterly blissed-out Reynolds family reunion. Make that a total family reunion, bringing together genetic & family-of-the-heart relatives for a weekend of joy laughter connection.
Literally from the time the Ripleys got on the plane from Sacramento to Philadelphia, it was a weekend filled with the gloriously unexpected & the forever treasured.
Mom & I had expected Peggy & Jack to make it - they came to Peter's wedding & to Mike's. But to have everyone - even Uncle Paul - celebrate with us? That possibility never dawned on us.
It took me years to realize what a shock it was to John to discover how my sibs actually feel about me - nothing in that special time gave him the slightest inkling. Of course, he didn't know about Peter's upset at not announcing my engagement, hadn't a clue that PRL had threatened to boycott the announcement party if he wasn't given the honor. And certainly NOTHING in how Peter acted at that very special celebration would have suggested he was anything but unabashedly delighted to be with us.
John was clueless because our wedding celebration weekend - which extended over several weeks - was filled only with happiness. Like the weather on our Day of Days, not a single cloud besmudged that time out of time.
Twenty-five years ago, the Lockhart ladies were putting the finishing touches on the evening's open house honoring Mike & Kerry, Scott & Karen (okay, and the bride & groom). So much happiness, having our family & friends surrounding us with love & best wishes. So beyond anything I could have dreamed of, not even at our engagement party.
What better gift could the Universe give ME than moments filled with connection, with family, with friends, with life working as our Creator intended? Twenty-five years later, am still offering up my thanks.
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