The season was fall, in its most classic sense. The valleys of New England were on fire with their reds and oranges, preparing for the impending winter but not without a dramatic exit. It was the season for a wedding in every sense: the lively backdrop, yes, but also the proper time for a couple made ready for one another by growth.
We had met Kate and Aaron during a different season in their lives. Kate had just moved to San Francisco for an exciting career opportunity while Aaron was finishing his graduate studies in London. The four of us came together for an impossible online meeting across three timezones. As we listened to them share their hopes for their wedding day, it was clear that more than anything, they were excited to be together again and begin building their life as a couple.
The wedding was a homecoming for the newly reunited couple as they came together with their families to celebrate. And what a lively, loving celebration it was. Even the gray skies and rain couldn’t put a damper on the pure joy radiating from Kate and Aaron and extending to all who reveled with them. The celebration was rich with merriment, singing, dancing, and so much exuberance—their own golden, fiery display to accompany that of their surroundings.
Love, like all things, has its seasons, and their awareness of that was not lost amidst the euphoria. In their tearful vows, they looked back on their journey together reflectively, remembering seasons past. Later that evening they looked to the future. After a poignant speech by Kate’s father, they made another vow to take care of each other, above all else.
For the rest of their lives, they’ll be weathering the seasons together.