Wrangler Dani

I write about weddings a lot – partly because we’re at the age of perpetual Bunny Season, so weddings are kindof a way of life these days – but also because I love them.  Which is kindof weird, actually.  Before I got engaged, I had never bought a bridal magazine, and I’m not the kind of girl who loves dress-up or make-up or anything else-up, but weddings – helping with them, being in them, affirming them and enjoying them – just might be my love language.

Weddings are the giant fist-pump to marriage, a last stand for tradition and faithfulness, a clinging to what is good against all odds.  They are the doorway to the last great hope for Love, a place where it is sacred and treasured and protected.  I love weddings because they remind us of what matters. We put aside everything in order to uphold two people, surrounding them with the kind of community that could weather any storm. I love seeing the bridesmaids and groomsmen stand up for their friends, seeing moms and dads with tears in their eyes.

This weekend Adam and I were part of an incredible wedding, and could not have been more happy for our newest addition to the growing group of married peeps. We spent all weekend holding up this fantastic couple, celebrating and cherishing them, and in every part of the weekend – from mani/pedis for the chicks to brewery hang-out with the fellas – we were all looking toward one thing: this couple uniting in marriage, pledging a partnership that is a beautiful mystery – two becoming one.

Adam and I are big into community, and so both of us love everything about the intense camaraderie of wedding weekends. But it got me to thinking – what if we lived everyday as though it was a wedding weekend? What if we offered to help, gave of ourselves, even treated each other like Bride and Groom more regularly? I want to be the kind of friend and sister who makes those around me feel loved, special and supported – no matter if they’re getting married tomorrow or not.

So I guess that’s one reason why I love weddings so much. They reset my inner workings and remind me of what matters. Plus, they’re a great excuse to dance with my hot and godly fella, which ain’t too shabby either.