Our Wedding Reading

Monday, August 27, 2012

This past May I got married. We got married! At times it still seems surreal and unbelievably lucky.  

While we were engaged, Ken and I decided to have a theme for our wedding reception. We're both readers so books was a fairly obvious choice. We also decided to have a program at our reception, which isn't really the way most Mormon receptions go, but oh well. As part of the program I wanted to read a quote or poem or something profound that accurately conveyed my feelings for Ken. For weeks I scanned and read poems hoping something would standout at the unquestionable winner. Nothing. 

Then, one afternoon, I stumbled on this news article that recommended three relationship building reads. Normally these type of books aren't my thing, but on a whim I picked one up at the library. This profound read spoke to me. I inhaled its somber story and let questions of life and love, beliefs and politics, cognitive dissonance and emotion swirl through my mind. I couldn't put down the hauntingly beautiful tale. Halfway through the book I found exactly what I had been searching for. It blazed off the page, begging to be shared on our special day. This is what I read:

“But now I know in my heart what before I understood only in my head: We don’t fall in love for reasons. This is the source of love’s meaning and of our obsession with it. In an age where every phenomenon is assumed to have an explanation, love keeps us human; love taps us into mystery, into that which we can’t control or explain: love, and grief. To love is to willingly lower our defenses, a terrifying prospect in any time and place but especially so at a time and in a place where we perceive ourselves as having so much to defend ourselves against. To love is to give oneself over to another, to entrust to someone else a power that all good sense would have us reserve to ourselves. So we give away some part of ourselves, to find that part returned to us tenfold, in ways we could never have predicted and cannot rationally understand. Loaves and fishes. Miracles happen.”
Geography of the Heart by Fenton Johnson (p. 143)


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