I never believed that.
It seemed like a fun party, it seemed like a chance to celebrate a happy occasion. . . but the BEST day of your life?
There are so many best days-
the cool fall day when the maple trees were painting the world red, orange and purple and you played tag until your mother called you over with warm apple cider that tickled your tongue and thawed your fingers
the day you were first given permission to take the car out on your own and you got behind the wheel of a car and drove down country roads, blarring music, daring yourself to get lost
the day you stood beneath the ceiling of the Sistine chapel and thought of all the people who had stood where you were standing, for centuries looking up, in awe
the night you pulled your blankets onto the sticky August grass, in a pile of cousins, and giggles and grandma’s chocolate cookies and told secrets while the fireflies danced around you
the day your grandfather told you that your accomplishment on that day made it worth for him to live that long
the day it snowed so hard that your skis floated across the powder and you felt like you were flying
the day your college friends and you piled into a car and drove to a party in a field, in a place you could never find again, and laughed and danced until your bare feet were covered in grass stains and your face was pink from the hot May sunshine
the day you sat next to him, by a river, sharing a cold beer and he smiled at you and you thought, “could it really be this easy, this right?” And you said yes
Those days, those were the best days
And what makes your wedding day the BEST of all, is that all those people who made up all your happiest moments, and who helped you through the not so happy ones, they are all in one place at one moment. Your parents, your college roommates, your Aunt Rachel, your best friend from 3rd grade, your sister, your cousins, your neighbors. . . all those memories, all at once.
All your best days are gathered- for the two of you- on this one day.
And it’s the best.