THE STORY CONTINUES

So...another of my grandsons was joined in Holy Matrimony yesterday. Mark, son of Mark ,son of mine and Cyril , married Mindy at a spot named  Butterfles and Blooms in Baldwin, Ontario. 

The sun shone down on them and family and friends gathered to celebrate and wish them well going forward in their lives. 

The bride and groom were both beautiful. The wedding party were beautiful. So many, so young and so full of joy. 

 

Weddings are still historic events . Little pockets of drama all gathered in one place to collect the new family unit into the ever-widening circle. 

Mark and Mindy have known each other since they were nine years old. Much has already been endured. More than most. If their journey ahead is as constant, they will continue to be strong together. 

Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it, is a wise old saying, oft repeated. 

If young folk always paid attention to the old, history would be a dreary affair.  

Inexperience and innocence are the energy that makes the world go round. 

I've often thought if people knew what was ahead,they might not choose to go. 

So Mark and Mindy have joined cousins Myles and Mary, Vanessa and James ,Lindsay and Scott,

and Keenan and Kari .They have stepped on to the round-about, to be joined next year by Aaron and Rachel and Lizzie and Derek with Zoe and Michael and eleven more potential couples to follow in 

the next decade. 

We can draw our own ancestral tree

And in Canada, the head of it all, will be me.