Weddings are a day for bloated, overwrought metaphors.
Love will be compared to any number of things and about half of them will make sense.
Because the truth is we’re all searching for something to help us explain these feelings that seem to make everything alright.
It’s magic to begin with and so the words that we would use otherwise suddenly become meaningless, our tongues tied into the same knots our hearts make in those moments in which we find ourselves overcome by this intense joy.
And most of the time we don’t end up saying anything at all
But I’m a poet, and bloated overwrought metaphors are kind of my thing so you can’t expect me to stop myself, can you?
For the two of you it’s obviously a bicycle.
Two separate yet similar entities that are bound together by something much more solid.
But that’s the easy one. So’s the one about wheels with spokes bound to something at the center.
The real meat is how hard it is to go backwards. Spinning pedals in reverse futilely with no resistance, but no momentum.
Stopping and weakly kicking your feet at the ground trying to get a few inches back. It’s almost never worth it.
I hope that the two of you realize how much more fulfilling it is to go forward, to explore, to go somewhere new.
I hope you realize that even when you feel resistance you’ll know that’s the only way this thing moves
But most of all, I hope you enjoy the ride.
So here’s to Robert and Rachel, may you never run out of trail to explore, and may you always enjoy getting there together.