It’s hard to believe that one year ago I was standing on Ethiopian soil. Well, technically, at this time I would have been in the airport and drinking the last good macchiato I’ve had since then, waiting for my flight to the US. But for the sake of this post I was still there.
The memories of that day are still clear as I watched B and her now-husband pledge their love and life together. To describe an Ethiopian-American wedding to you is difficult as I just want to sit and remember, not use words to describe the day – the expectation and moment as F made his way into the house to recover his bride (and all us bridesmaids blocking the way per tradition); the looks as we drove around the round-a-bout in our wedding cars, honking the horns on the way to church; the joy of seeing our landlady and daughter along with our masseuse included and helping us walk through the cultural traditions of the day…
What most people know about the last day is that B got married and I functioned in four languages that day. Hmmm, come to think of it, I wonder if I spoke Romanian with Dani and Johnny as that would add a fifth!
But in reality, they don’t know the bitter-sweetness of that day as I treasured each moment with my friends, new and old, from around the world as many made their way to celebrate B’s wedding. Weddings are happy times, filled with the anticipation of the future and love and joy…but each moment had a little tear drop dripping from it as I realized these were also last times for me.
Sometimes you don’t realize how dear a friend is until you are forced to leave them. These are the times when I’m grateful for technology and What’s App giving me the ability to regularly communicate and share in life with B & F. Their story of perseverance, patience, grace, and love would inspire anyone as they look past differences and find commonality in Christ, their Rock and Foundation.
So, to you two dear friends – May your day be blessed as you celebrate a year together and so many more to come. You are loved and missed!