My buddy Jordan got married last weekend up at Niagara. Drove up solo, didn't even realize I was crossing into Canada until I was basically at the bridge.
I've known Jordan a long time. Watching someone you've known that long get married is a weird feeling in the best way. You get this long view of someone you love all at once.
The best man speech is the thing I keep coming back to. This guy is also someone I've known forever, basically a brother to both of us. He's up there talking about presence and he's got the whole room with him, genuinely grounded, and he calls for a moment of silence. Right at that moment someone drops a bottle. Whole room loses it. I keep thinking that's what love actually is. You get grounded, you feel it, something catches you, you laugh, you come back to it. Over and over.
Standing at the falls I was thinking the water doesn't do any of that. It just goes. No catching, no coming back. Just moving. The photos don't give you the flow.
