"It was the happiest blur of our lives."
It was at James & Julia's wedding where I came to a revelation of what the statement "love is a friendship set on fire" really meant.
Their wedding was a combination of the idea of magical and everyday life bundled into one. It was a great big celebration with friends and family, coupled with Polish tradition. They wrote their own vows; each personal and straight from the heart. They talked about how they loved the little things about each other - like how Julia loved it when James dipped her at the end of a song. They were married by a close friend and another friend wrote a beautiful poem "One Saturday in May" which nearly moved me to tears.
It was a beautifully simple wedding, which made it simply beautiful. It didn't matter that it started to pour down with rain in the afternoon. It didn't matter that there was virtually no light after the ceremony barely started. I was in the presence of pure love and that was enough. This is a wedding I will definitely not forget.
One Saturday in May
Here it comes,
that beginning everyone talks about
Where for 365 nights a year
she'll kiss your eyelids
and he'll warm your feet,
On that Wednesday in June
he'll hold the umbrella
and she'll carry your keys,
One morning in October
she'll see it in on your face
and call the boss for you,
During all that December madness
he'll pause to wink at you across the table
and she'll touch your back as you talk,
And 365 more nights will follow
again and again
you'll both fall asleep with that little warm glow
beating deep in your chest.So little by little,
days and nights
two will build a nest
like bowerbirds with gold,
and it won't be long before it's filled
with tiny hearts
He'll swap umbrellas for balloons,
she'll have a smaller back to touch
he'll wink again for a tiny smile
she'll kiss eyelids and cheeks and nose and ears
Suddenly that lovely quiet light,
no longer just for two
but felt by each in their tiny beds,
beating softly in their tiny chests
as they close their tiny eyes.
So this is where it all starts
as a hundred stand in a circle around you today
(who would all do the same again tomorrow)
and there are more out there,
swelling with pride that these two
will keep each others hearts glowing,
and beating beyond 365 more nights
Sto lat, sto lat, Niech żyje, żyje nam.
Sto lat, sto lat, Niech żyje, żyje nam,
Jeszcze raz, jeszcze raz, niech żyje, żyje nam,
Niech żyje nam!A hundred years, a hundred years, May he/she live, live with us.
A hundred years, a hundred years, May he/she live, live with us.
Once again, once again, may he/she live, live with us.
May he/she live with us!