Friday night was another wedding for us, as was Saturday.  These two both had a bittersweet element to them.  Each had a family member that died too soon.

Friday’s wedding left me somber and sad.  The death of the bride’s brother some ten years ago still stings us all from time to time.  I couldn’t help but have the ghost of his memory follow me home Friday night and permeate my thoughts.

Then Saturday, the groom’s sole groomsman was not his brother, as it would have been were he still alive.  The  absence of the groom’s twin was poignant.  But unlike the sad memories recalled the night before, the memory of this deceased sibling felt more like a sprite dancing and smiling with the bridal party.

And again, there was that restocking of my own marriage that weddings have the effect of on me.  And again I’ve come to the conclusion that my husband and I just down right have it good.

It’s Sunday now.  And we have a baptism to attend this morning.  And then we need to go out and buy Sun a lunch kit.  She starts daycare on Tuesday.  Damn these long days and short months!

And as I sit in the quiet, as Sun “reads” to herself before falling to sleep for a nap and my husband showers, I have my own ghosts and sprites sitting with me in the room.  Some whisper regret, others undying support.  They may be with me ’til I die, but I AM determined to live Happily Ever After.