coming together.

There is nothing quite like witnessing two families coming together. Weddings. Am in Madison now for my best friend’s wedding. Seeing his family. Seeing her family. Listening to what the fathers say, what the mothers say, and everybody else in between say. Wedding week is like a storm, in a good way, I say, there’s a moment that does not quite have a name. That moment is the eye of the storm. It is the calm in the middle of chaos and cacophony. That moment is when the two families come together.