This weekend, hearts were exploding.  Two families melted into each other like coffee and cream.  Fountains of tears and romance gushed over our lives.  


Like fireworks, two people's love and devotion to God and to each other lit up the sky and with pressure and force and heat, causing a colorful combustion of beauty that the world desperately longs to see.  


Unlike fireworks that are soon ended and fizzle into smoke and ashes after the last sonic boom, this marriage of powder and flame will never die, never fall to the ground as a spent ember.  No, it will shine brightly as a mythic star set in the heavens by the gods of man's oldest tales. 

Congratulations to my dearest friend and my brother from another mother.  I love you so much it hurts.