How do you make love last?:
Musings on the most beautiful wedding

Once again, I emerge from self-imposed blogging exile (for the month of July) to post something because I simply couldn’t keep it to myself.

Over the weekend, God Girl and Crime Boy attended the wedding of one of our dearest friends in a place called Buzzards Bay. There were no buzzards, but purple martins flirted around the huppah and buzzed the top of the reception tent.

When two remarkable people find each other it is both a blessing and a miracle.

At this most beautiful of weddings, a “chosen” uncle of the bride – and we all know chosen relatives are sometimes the best kind – did a reading. He didn’t tell the bride what it was before he read it. She didn’t want to know. And It was perfect.

“Uncle Phil” read a passage from Tom Robbins’ Still Life With Woodpecker (which, of course, is one of GG’s personal favorites):

“The most important thing is love,”said [Princess] Leigh-Cheri. “I know that now. There’s no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.”

Leigh-Cheri sent that message to Bernard through his attorney. The message continued, “I’m not quite twenty, but thanks to you, I’ve learned something that many women these days never learn: Prince Charming really is a toad. And the Beautiful Princess has halitosis. The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes itself. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn’t that be the way to make love stay?”

The next day, Bernard’s attorney delivered to her this reply:

“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate.My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

Somewhere in the foggy reaches of the greater Seattle area, my favorite Cosmic Lounge Lizard is smiling a self-satisfied smile, pleased that two more outlaws (one of them an attorney, even) have joined his posse of renegade romantics.

Mazel tov, Blue and Lambykins.