I Hope...

One of God's greatest gifts to us is that life always moves on. Regardless of what happened in the past, and regardless of what is happening in this instant, there's a future beyond it because life will move forward.

This has been on my mind because he's getting married Saturday. You know who I mean. It's beautiful that life has moved on for both of us, putting us each in a happier place than we were before. It's beautiful that I can watch him moving on but not feel any bitterness; only hope.

I hope they have so much love and joy that they can't comprehend it all.

I hope they laugh together.

I hope that when they cry, it's together instead of alone.

I hope they grow old together, and look beyond the wrinkles to see that he's still handsome and she's still pretty.

I hope the personal demons he struggled with and the secrets he kept are in the past, and he starts this fresh and clean.

I hope he can give her what he couldn't give me.

I hope she can give him what I couldn't give him.

I hope they build windows into each other

instead of walls between each other.

I hope they have a song, and that they dance.

I hope they have children.

I hope they have hilarious inside jokes that no one else thinks are funny.

I hope she is proud of him, and I desperately hope he is proud of her.

I hope they protect each other, and find their safest place in togetherness.

I hope she is never afraid.

I hope they know that moving on is beautiful.