Love Thursday: Written in the Sand

My sister and her husband were married on a beautiful cliff overlooking the ocean. After the ceremony we hiked down to the beach for a picnic. Once delicious treats and wine were had, I wandered to the waters edge with a guest alison and she drew a big heart in the sand with their names in it as I took pictures of the moment.

Once we packed up and walked along the beach towards the big hike back up the hill, we passed the heart we had made earlier. The waves had erased the bottom of the heart but not their names. So my sister's new hubbie stopped to re-draw the heart. This beautiful impromptu act added such a sweet moment to an already perfect day.

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Love Thursday: Sarah and Troy

we had walked down criss-cross paths for half an hour to find the place that they had chosen, a lookout over the ocean. troy set up his ipod on which he had recorded a song from the old record player that lived at his cottage in ontario. we guests listened as he and sarah (my sister) walked down the path together to have a moment together before the wedding ceremony. they held each other and then she raised her arms with such radiant joy that made my heart almost burst out of my ribcage. and then walked toward us. ready to be married. this is that moment and it is my offering for this love thursday.

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Love Thursday

Its Love Thursday over at Shutter Sisters. Although I've got all sorts of pictures of flowers shaped as hearts, graffiti hearts and hearts found in the most peculiar of places...i felt like posting this picture of my dear friends who are madly in love.

I often have these lines from an Indigo Girls song Mystery in my head. So I will share 'em with you today (in hopes that i can have another song dominate my constantly singing brain)!

What is love then is it dictated or chosen
does it sing like the hymns of 1000 years or is it just pop emotion
and if it ever was here and it left does it mean it was never true
and to exist it must elude is that why i think these things of you?