Perhaps you think it’s nothing
Lost in the mess of life
Often no good can come of pain
Though often enough, you forget the joy of dancing in the rain
I’ve been thinking today about how my brother met his wife. Their’s is my second favorite love story and not, as some of my friends would likely say, because of how they met, but because they’ve had hard times and worked hard to come through them as they entered them.
Together.
Because when something or someone is the most important to you, you aren’t going to let anything else get between you or they. They loved each other and wanted to always stand together even if they were trying not to fall over as the ground rumbled and heaved beneath them. I’ve watched their love for one another grow and it is beautiful.
As for how they met?
They were introduced over a dead body.
They had both been called to stay with a friend who had gone to check on an elderly relative only to find said relative had passed. My brother and sister-in-law managed to get there before paramedics and sat with their friend in the room with his relative. So they were introduced over a dead body.
Their friend was at their wedding and reception and said something about how only these two would make a connection at a time like that, but he was glad they did so.
We always need a reminder that there are good things in life, most especially when it seems life is at its darkest for us.
Breathing In 