That’s right, everyone is getting married, or at least engaged.
Congratulations to everyone!
Mother Nature messed up the weather, but the birds and the bees are stronger than she is.
This has to be my favourite lovey-dovey poem:
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Everyone is expecting something cynical, and I turn to Goethe at a time like this:
"Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing."
… May that never turn out to be the truth