Under the brilliant Boca Grande sun, on a beach treasured with shells, my sister married her best friend last night. Her radiance veiled her face in a lace of anticipation.  Serene ebullience enhanced the beauty of her long, blond, mermaid-like tresses.  Her gown played with the light like a dolphin in the water.  The emerald dangle of her earrings bounced against her jaw line to crown her brilliant, white smile. The pearl accent of her bodice shimmered like the moist joy of   dancing green eyes. Those same green seas held him in her safe harbor as she recited original vows she’d waited a lifetime to believe in and proclaim.  The bride and groom poured white and black sand from separate vases into one urn to decant their unity before guests and family.

After the ceremony, she was alone with her groom and photographer on the beach at sunset.  There was nothing posed or artificial about their tsunami joy. Wave after wave of delight, love, and sweet bliss painted their faces in a portrait of Genesis.  Those were my most cherished moments of the wedding.  I watched them from a distance, their wedding license in my hand, and knew for certain that from their perspective they were the only two people on the planet.  Their love had made each other One and Whole and Well in the lighthouse of each other’s arms. It was then I knew for certain they were each other’s homeland; she his island of paradise regained, as is he hers.

Bashert.

I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah!