Possible

I got to cry and I was happy for the tears. They weren’t tears of hurt, betrayal, anger, or frustration. They weren’t tears of pain, or sorrow, worry, or loneliness.

They were tears of possibility…

My cousin, Virginia, got married earlier this year. I wasn’t able to make it to her wedding for many reasons---job, money, health---life. So, I’ve watched her wedding and marriage unfold vicariously through her pictures, her posts, her words. I hear the lift in her voice, see the happiness in the words she chooses, and feel the love through the pictures I see. She is loved and loves. She feels love that is balanced and prepared; it isn’t haphazard or circumstantial. It is passionate and poised; erotic (I’m sure) but edified through timelessness…

She waited for the right time, the right man, and the right situation and it was granted to her. I have seen marriages that were less than perfect, I’m sure she has also, love that was anything but love…and those visions guided her to a place of peace, prosperity, and possibility. It allowed a man of integrity, humility and genuine love to find her. It produced a situation that was patient, respectful and blissful. Love may not have appeared in the way she envisioned or the form she had dreamed; yet, it came in just the way she needed it and thus was all that she wanted.

I cried because I was happy for her and also for myself. Seeing what she had gave me hope for what I could have. Hearing the lilt in her voice when she said his name gave me assurance that mine might lift the same way. Feeling her pride, joy and love allowed me to believe that one day I could feel the same…

I cried because love is, as it has always been, possible…

Congratulations Virginia and John. I love you and thank you for reminding me of the possibility! God bless!