It was a gorgeous October afternoon. The sun shone bright in the vibrant blue sky, laughter filled the air, and love was felt as easily as the gentle breeze that flowed. It was a day that so many had anticipated. . . It was the day that Dave and Kyra would be married.
I met Kyra several years ago, though, I can’t really tell you how. It was almost as if one day we didn’t know each other and the next. . . a bond was formed. I’m sure there is a story somewhere in there, but really, I can’t tell it. . . the friendship just was. My connection with Kyra only grew when we became co-workers. Each time I walked out my office door, Kyra was there doing what she does so well–giving. Kyra and I worked together for several years before life took both of us in different directions. I moved behind a camera and Kyra moved toward the man who would become her husband.
Dave makes Kyra really happy. I mean, really, really happy. I’m not one who believes in coincidences or chance. I’m a believer in the Divine purpose of all things. Kyra and Dave met at the exact right time and the exact right moment. Those of us who watched from afar saw. . .
They accepted each other. They loved each other. They laughed together. They loved unconditionally.
They love unconditionally.
Kyra and Dave, it was such a pleasure to be with you on your special day. I wish for you many, many years of memories, stories, blessings, and love. May your love for one another only grow in depth with each passing day.