You looked at me with the bluest of eyes and said that we were going.
The ugliness of illness that had proceeded that moment held the rest of the day in the balance —
Obligations awaited us yet all the precautions, procedures, special preparations, and planning getting to this moment made no difference.
I could not move until you moved closer towards me and spoke into my moment of sickness.
And in a scene borne out of love that many will never find,
You gently lifted me to the edge of the bed so that I may dress, may push the mangled hair from my own eyes.
As if time itself breathed slowly from one moment to the next, I became able to sit up on my own again.
We chose the adornments to fit the occasion; we got me standing then walking forward.
I drank some water from a bottle nearby. My brain moved more quickly and the next tasks came alive.
And as if what would be horror to a fly on the wall just minutes beforehand,
You tenderly called to me our next steps as we prepared to go meet the rest of our day.
We both had a bite to eat, groomed ourselves, and moved closer to the door:
The events of getting ready now no different than what has become the routine of trials endured many times before.
But this time it was your love that called me forth, moved me on; yes your tender words alone helped move me on.
And when we were along down the road a ways ready to meet the others,
I sat in awe of the life the Lord had crafted for me, for you.
Never would we have asked for heartache and sorrow that looked like this
Yet in a dreamy place would we have designed a magnificent love made just for me, just for you.
It doesn’t matter how we “getter done” when the Lord sits with us at His table
When His grace transcends the stuff of life, when I am carried by redeeming grace from both of you.
So when the happy couple says their vows at their own marriage supper in a day,
May they somehow come to know what true love lives like: He looks like you dear one: the Father of the Bride.
I love you Steve.