It's Always Sunny in...

This Sunday one of my good friends is getting married. I'll spare the gushyness—for the most part. Essentially anyone who has ever asked me about/talked with me about relationships has heard me bring up the relationship that these two have shared for several years. I have seen many people come together (thanks, Taylor) in relationships like this but I have never witnessed something so right as the relationship these two.

I'll be blunt. My background includes a myriad of unpleasant apparitions: past relationships and the torment of being pulled through multiple divorces—and the loss of friends and family that follows. But for this weekend, for these two, I get a sense of "last best hope," that these two will firmly stake out ground to build a life filled with peace, love, and kindness—all genuine—and raise up, however overt or subtle, a "family" of friends around them that feel they can know these things as well.

If I were at the races I'd be betting all on them to finish, to finish well.

This past summer I attended several wonderful weddings; none of which I got any impression or inclination that a great divide or lacking in communication existed between the two to be wed. I had the distinct honor of being a groomsman for one of my very best friends. It was an absolute, complete burst of quickening daylight into a dark summer.

But there's something about this weekend.

My roommate and I are driving tomorrow after work to Philadelphia, or thereabouts, where the wedding is to be had. It's a Sunday evening wedding so we've both taken Monday off work. We're planning to spend time with the guy that was our third roommate for the summer, and with some more guys we knew at Taylor before the wedding comes. See some of the face of Philly.

Tonight the apartment is quiet and peaceful. Would be, rather; I'm listening to William Fitzsimmons' Derivatives remix album (supurb) and Daft Punk's Alive 2007 (live) album (supurb in a different way). All while packing and getting some good reflection time.

I have something like five started– to mostly completed–posts waiting for rounding off on this blog. "Fragmented" would be the word I'd try and paste over it all—a majority of my life right now, actually.

But this weekend I get a chance to see a tree break ground. Its roots I had heard whispers of and felt beneath my feet, quietly reminding me of truth, reality, why humanity is built distinctly for relationship and how very very good it can all be. And I'm praying—in desperation, though not completely out of it—that what I see will be a kind of culmination of so much of the peace and truth that has been spoken in to my life over the past couple years. Through these two and otherwise.

Between a good packing night and the forecast for the weekend, looks like we're off to a good start.