Wedlock and Load

Two of my good-looking friends got married this weekend and it was wonderful. See?

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I know, adorable, right?

 And here are the rehearsal pictures.

Wedlock and Load: The Rehearsal

As part of my toast, I read Sonnet 116. I started the verse and people stood up from the crowd and finished it. It was lovely and tear-jerking, and given how great these two are together, I can't think of a more fitting poem to welcome them to their new life:

 "Let me not to the marriage of true minds 

Admit impediments. Love is not love 

Which alters when it alteration finds,

 Or bends with the remover to remove:

 O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

 It is the star to every wandering bark, 

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come: 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

 If this be error and upon me proved,

 I never writ, nor no man ever loved."