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a year of weddings

a year of weddings come and gone

what remains is joy

dresses, parties, planning marathon

a year of weddings come and gone

like precious metals, hearts are drawn

love and prayer, melded alloy

a year of weddings come and gone

what remains is joy

 

 

 

 

photo & poem
© 2024 Patricia J. Franz

I am one of five. Between us, we have twelve kids. Spanning the twelve years from 1986 to 1998, it seems there was always somebody pregnant. Two of those married in 2019. Those same two welcomed first babies in 2022. 2024 will be our Year of the Weddings.

They fell like dominoes. Young hearts making their way in the world. College. Jobs. “Dating themselves” became code for exploring who they were, what was important. Then suddenly, we were meeting someone special. Logan. Ann. Luke. Margaret. Matt. Laura. We parents joked about a family pool…Who would be the first to announce. By June 2023, there were six!

Each of my siblings celebrated one of our kids’ marriage –and one of us had two!

You might wonder if we got sick of celebrating…Is there such a thing? Is there such a thing as too much joy?? I don’t think so. We wrapped each couple with love and support. They planned their parties, the venues, the menus. They wisely planned for a lifetime –the hills and valleys, the hard work that comes with a commitment for life.

We are a pretty tight-knit extended family unit. Still, we don’t typically see one another every single month! And that’s what happened from September 2023 (an engagement party to kick off the festivities) to October 2024 (the last wedding). Bridal showers, engagement photos, dress shopping, rehearsals, welcome parties, receptions, after-parties, morning-after brunches… On the one hand it sounds excessive, I suppose. Until you look beyond the glitter and traditions and see a couple. Two hearts. And you remember all the love and prayers – the very foundation upon which they stand.

And what remains is joy.

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