Something Wonderful This Way Comes

                                                This entry is out of order, I started this several weeks ago and never finished till now.......










     It is early of the Thursday morning before the Sunday wedding.  I mean it is 5 in the morning, the house is dark, and excepting the sounds of the air being cycled by the central air unit, the occasional pops, creaks, and groans that all houses make, and the click of the keys on the keyboard, there is silence.  Across the way I see my reflection in a mirror, my face illuminated by the glow from the screen.  It is a little haunting, as in the glow I can see my father. 

     Maybe, that is as it should be.  He should be the first to arrive.  Today, and on into tomorrow friends and family are making the journey to be together to mark the beginning............. or the continuation of something "greater".  When at last we gather to join my Daughter and her intended the room will be full.  Many of those who will be present will be there in spirit only, but they will be there none the less.  They were there when I was wed, and when my Father before me wed.  I suspect, some time in the distant future (I hope) I will join them in celebrating the more momentous moments in the life's of my children and grandchildren.  I suspect they are always a part of our lives, but maybe we are more aware on those "special" occasions when family draws together.  It is then that I am most aware of them anyway.

    Maybe, like the biblical promise "....whenever two or more of you are gathered in my name...." they come together whenever love is present.  I am not sure it is universal, but for me whenever "family" is together there is certainly love.  This get together will be no different.  I can already feel the warmth and satisfaction that comes in being in their company.  Their company makes my heart dance and my soul soar.  I am the best man I ever am in the presence of those who are coming.  Like Moses before the burning bush I am aware that I am approaching "holy ground". 

    There is a little song they used to sing in church that went:

  
        This is holy ground,
        You're standing on holy ground,
        For wherever Love is, God is, and it is holy
    

    I wonder if I followed the biblical admonition and took off my shoes to walk Heather down the isle whether anyone would think I was crazy?