Mountains…

 

My lovely wife and I spent the weekend in Arizona attending our dear friends Jen and Jeremiahs wedding.  We flew into Phoenix, rented a car and then drove and hour and a half through the beautiful mountains to a quaint little town called Payson located in the heart of the Tonto National Forest.  I wasn’t supposed to go, but due to some minor changes in my summer plans I got to go.  I found tickets last week and Kristin and I actually ended up on the same return flight…sweet.

We posted up and made a temporary home at the always classy Best Western in the thriving metropolis of Payson.  It was surprisingly a pleasant stay.  All of the wedding events took place at a gorgeous cabin in the mountains among the pines.  It was a wonderful time even though there was a bit of inclement weather.  We were all there to celebrate with J and J, so everyone jumped in and did what that could to help out be it drying the chairs, hanging the lights back up, or frantically running things inside to keep them dry.  

Its hard not to think of your own wedding when your at a wedding…I suppose that might be a bit selfish, but inevitable.  Does that then mean that I’m inevitably selfish…i think that’s a whole different blog.  So anyway, being there with all the emotions and pomp, sitting beside your own lovely bride can’t help but invoke sentimental feelings.  I think of how breath-takingly amazing she looked, all the friends and family, how I felt the moment I saw her and how perfect the day was.  I also can’t help but remember how miserably hot the day was.  It was literally the hottest week of the year and our day the hottest of the week mixed with 1000% humidity, you can imagine what it felt like.  No matter how hot the day, it did not effect our feelings toward the day, yeah we would’ve love for it to be a bit cooler, but our wedding was perfect.

As we sat on damp seats listening to the thunder in the distance, I realized that no wedding is as perfect as you imagined it to be, but in that imperfection is the uniqueness of that day.  The smells and the colors and the feelings, no matter how intended, are what make that day special, they give the day the textures that bring it from a day dreamed of into reality.  

The weekend was a blast yet exhausting.  We flew home through the night which always messes your system up.  I was ready to get home and ride my bike.  I’m going on 50 miles in 4 days of riding.  I feel like a little kid who just got a skate board.