A Lovely Love Story – It’s funny, the winding paths of our lives. The people that come and go, the chance meetings, the fast friends, the long-forgotten faces and the childhood relationships that unknowingly shape our personalities and touch our souls. And every now and then life throws us a curve ball – a friendship left in the past destined to become our future: the most important friendship of our entire lives.
Suzanne and Paul had once been childhood sweethearts and to see them together they fit so naturally, so freely that you couldn’t imagine they had ever been apart. Though they had grown-up and enriched their lives and experiences individually, such was their bond that they were never truly apart. They fitted back together like the missing pieces of a much-loved old jigsaw, and with this, their wedding day, the final pieces slotted seamlessly into place.
The best jigsaws always feature a stunning landscape and today was no different, for the couple had scoured the land far and wide to find a place beauteous enough to host their nuptials. They found it at last in the alluring serenity and elegant rusticity of North Yorkshire’s Raven Hall Hotel; a venue well-known for its charm, character and seated cliff-top location and spectacular coastline views.
Whilst the bridal party anxiously awaited their Bride as she prepared for her day in one of Raven Hall’s gorgeous Log Cabins, down at the bar the Groomsmen had started a little prep of their own! (Just to calm the nerves of course!) And well might our groom be nervous, for his beautiful fianceé was busy slipping into the stunning white dress, donning the delicate heels and being anointed with the impeccable hair and makeup that together would ultimately create an almost celestial visage that he would never forget.
With the guests now congregated and Groom and Best Man pacing the aisle in eager anticipation it was time for Suzanne to ascend gracefully up the stone steps and affirm a lifelong commitment to the boy she had known as a child and the man with whom she had fallen in love.
It was a beautiful ceremony, complete with a very fitting reading of A Lovely Love Story by Edward Monkton perfectly delivered by one of Suzanne’s closest friends. It is a story of love and of life, of chance meetings and everlasting commitment; a story so fitting that I can think of no better words with which to share the wedding of Suzanne and Paul with all of you today.
The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice. Although it was cold he was happy in there. It was, after all, his cage.
Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur’s cage with kind words and loving thoughts.
I like this Dinosaur thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
Although he is fierce he is also tender and he is funny.
He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now.
I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur, thought the Dinosaur. She is beautiful and she is different and she smells so nice.
She is also a free spirit which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.
But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
He is also overly fond of things.
Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of things?
But her mind skips from here to there so quickly thought the Dinosaur. She is also uncommonly keen on shopping.
Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs so uncommonly keen on shopping?
I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for things, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. For they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.
I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping, thought the Dinosaur. For she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides, I am not unkeen on shopping either.
Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old.
Look at them.
Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.
And that, my friends, is how it is with love.
Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together.
For the sun is warm.
And the world is a beautiful place.
– Edward Monkton