Today I’m officiating at a wedding, but I’m not an ‘officiant’. The groom is a fairly new friend: we were only first introduced about a year and a half ago.
Last night, during the rehearsal dinner speech, he declared to everyone that he and his lovely Bird bride did not want an officiant: they wanted a friend. They embrace my views on love and life and … Despite (or perhaps because of) my own struggles with these things, they determined that I was the perfect candidate. I’m beyond honored.
These are the awards I crave, not medals or trophies. Wearing my heart defiantly on my sleeve.