Sunday, March 12
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Monday, March 13
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Tuesday, March 14
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Wednesday, March 15
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Thursday, March 16
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Friday, March 17
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Saturday, March 18
Wedding Day!
I woke up at about 5:00 AM, certain that the coffee urn
had not been delivered with the rest of the rental stuff
the day before. After all, I had not seen it, and
if I had not seen it (or done it, or thought of it), it
could not have been done.
I crept out of bed and into the kitchen, then slowly slid
the pocket door to the dining room open, trying to be quiet so
I wouldn't wake Brian and Kent. I looked over to the pile
of plates, cups, linens, and silverware stacked in the corner.
There, on top of everything, was the coffee urn. I crept
back to bed.
But didn't sleep. The rest of the day was like that for me.
I kept thinking of things, thinking that I had to think of
everything or it wouldn't get done. Finally, my sister
Remy turned to my ex-wife Sara and said, "If he doesn't
calm down he's going to be a wreck by the time the ceremony
comes around."
"He needs something to distract him," Sara said. "He needs
a project."
Don piped up. "That would be me," he said.
Scarey to be among people who know me so well. And comforting.
This seems a good time to close this journal. I know. I've
said that before. But this seems to be the proper conclusion
to the saga of Louis and Don. What happens to us next happens
to us as a family - and it's a family that includes more than
just the two of us. This ceremony has brought that home to
me like no other event. We are the community we weave, from
which we are woven. The rest of our story need not be told by
one voice alone, but is told and lived by many.
And through it all, despite my
own weaknesses, despite the story of needing and want that keeps
trying to write itself in place of my life, I know my life is
full. There is always love, and it is always enough.
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Pictures and Text of the Union Ceremony for Lou and Don
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