That has been true every step of the way along this journey and it was true along our short journey this weekend.
My eyes fill with tears again as I remember holding Nick's hand, surrounded by the friends we love, those who have been here through the sun and the rain, and looking up at the ceiling of the church, watching the unusually cloudy day slowly give way to stunning light, feeling that light wash over us.
And yes, my belly did fill with a little blood on the first flight, and yes my leg did fill with fluid during the orthodox ceremony and yes, I found myself in the back of the church later struggling to take a breath in the pain and fear as my leg turned from red to purple. But there was Nick, massaging my ankle and resting his head on my shoulder. And there was Amanda, joking about cinnamon candies and staring her deep eyes into mine, and there was Brad, and Damian, and the unbelievably gorgeous bride and groom and their loving families, and the moment passed.
My leg held up, my stomach quieted, and we danced, and danced, and pulled each other close and I have never felt so strong or so loved or so fortunate. To be thousands of miles from home and yet so deeply in the home of the love of our incredible friends who have become family.
When we were all together on the dance flood, Brad said, look around, this is family.
Cheers this weekend to all our friends who become family and all our family who become our closest friends. May we all find the loving embrace of home no matter how many miles away.
More wedding & vacation pictures and video to come! We're safely landed back in Portland and I plan to catch up on some much needed zzzzzs and then dive into the beautiful footage!
Lots of Love,