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A little bird told me
In the Midst of Julia and Andrew’s wedding something remarkable happened. During the exchange of vows, taken with hands clasped before family and friends, taken at the foot of a beautiful waterfall, taken under a beautiful blue sky, we all got a bit of a sign.
A bird, bright blue with a steel grey breast, alighted atop the falls. It cried out, neither menacing nor sorrowful, but announcing.
“Here I am! I have arrived!”
It was neither defiant nor jubilant, bet present nonetheless. Important. The bright blue bird was quickly joined by another, also blue but less so, the first one’s mate. It seemed as though he had called to her, beckoning her to join him. “Look, my love, here are two others. Joining together, doing as we have done. ” Satisfied that things were as they should be, they skittered off up into the rolling stream, away up the hill, flapping and splashing about in the water, picking bits of food, jumping about, almost dancing. They didn’t stay to see the end of the ceremony, they didn’t see the kiss that we saw. Perhaps they knew their time together is limited, as is all of ours, and wanted to spend all of it that they had together. They flew away, blue specks in a blue sky, confident that the union occurring below them would run its own course, happily up the hill and into the blue sky, happy, at its own pace.