Tuesday, May 08, 2007
A rather quick trip to Roanoke, Virginia for a wedding leaving no time for sightseeing. On our return trip, tires screeched as I quickly made a u-turn to follow signs marked Historic Bridge. The turns lead us to this beautiful covered bridge with cows living behind it. Not at all what I expected.
The wedding was my niece's. She was four years old on my wedding day and my flower girl. I took my parents along for the ride.
Weddings can bring about much reflection on not just the young couple, starting a new life but our own life histories and what makes us who we are. A marriage, does it define who we are? What if that marriage fails? Does that, then define us? I would hope that each is just a small part of who we are, shaping us but not defining the person we become.
Back to Mt. Laundry.