I’m not even sure how to put it into words. I sit here and stare at the images on my computer and feel my heart swell and a lump rise up in my throat. And I can’t find the words to describe what it felt like to be a part of it.
I stood as a part of the circle in the middle of the dance floor, the African words rising up around me sung over and over again, I realized that I was a part of something. Something that can’t be put into words. Tears sprung to my eyes then. As they do now.
The mother of the groom embraced the bride, who was now, to put it as she did, her new daughter. She and her family danced and sang as they clothed not only the bride but her entire family in colourful swaths of fabric, formally welcoming them into their family. Two families were now one. The joy was just written all over her face.
It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever had the privilege of being a part of.
I can’t wait to show you the rest of this wonderful, wonderful day. I just hope the images manage to do it justice.