So, Lauren, do you think it might be serious with this Karl fella?
Yeah, Ok then I’ll say I few words about this wedding thing, about love, relationships and Lauren and Karl.
Where to start, really, where to start? I could give out quote after quote about love; I mean I can find some good’uns. All that stuff, all that heart and flowers, Hallmark view of the power of liking someone a lot. Somehow doesn’t reflect the feelings the Lauren and Karl share.
For what we have before us is more complex, deeper then something that could be summed up in a few well-chosen lines, or a speech.
This marriage is another episode, another step in the on-going public display of affection that is your relationship.
I was ‘nearby’ at the beginning and remember I conversation in TJ’s Newport about a boy Lauren met during a trip to Huddersfield. When she spoke about this boy there was a something in her tone that was a clear indication of attraction, a spark. Though when I asked Lauren if is liked this boy she was all ‘yeah he’s ok’. Anyway this attraction grew; with the occasional nudge from Jack Daniels a relationship was formed.
Since then I’ve been witness to the small acts of tenderness between these two. The carefully constructed mixtapes, the gifts bought with an ease which belies the thoughtful affection which goes with it. I’ve even seen the smile on Laurens face as she typed away sending messages to Karl over the internet.
So what’s my point? Well all these moments are the evidence of why these two belong together. All these little acts of affection, all the quiet un-witnessed moments of love had led Lauren and Karl to this point. To this act of love, this marriage, this symbol of commitment, this statement of the obvious, and marvel at the fact that within a universe of billions of stars, on a planet with billions of people.
Two people who are right for each other and are willing to share a life together can find each other.
Now you’re legally stuck together, until one of you is DEAD!
The Mowdery’s!
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