3 blissful weeks, 2 "i do's" and 1 honeymoon later, it's time to get back to real life...and writing about it.
Our wedding weekend was every bit as magical as we hoped it'd be. There are so many little moments we keep revisiting, laughing and telling stories about our favorite parts (the tiny, candle-lit church, packed to the beams with loved ones, Dad Johnson's song at the rehearsal lunch, Esme bawling her eyes out while reading her vows, THE DRESS...OH that dress!!, bunny-eared group photos at the reception, eating our wedding desserts with Mike + Gen in the hallway of our hotel...just to name a few).
We were so lucky to be surrounded by great friends and family in such beautiful venues. We have never felt so loved than we did on our wedding day. Thank you to everyone present to celebrate us taking our first steps as husband and wife. And thank you to those who cheered us on from afar.
We can’t wait to share pictures and highlights. For now, here is a poem read by our friend Kisha Vaughan during our ceremony. Along with marrying each other, this was one of our top favorite special moments.
Music Master
You that love lovers,
this is your home. Welcome!
In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
with love for the door,
soul the vestibule. Watch the dust grains moving
in the light near the window.
their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we're all dancing to it nevertheless,
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain, both. We are
the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute,
so we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.
-Rumi
More to come from THE JOHNSONS!
XO P+E
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