amethyst73 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
amethyst73) wrote2007-07-12 01:47 pm
amethyst73) wrote2007-07-12 01:47 pm
Entry tags:
Friendships and time
Still no pics up from the wedding/weekend, sorry.
While taking photos, both with our camera and with the now-ubiquitous disposable "Here, take pictures of anything that looks interesting!" cameras present at weddings, there was something kind of remarkable and very neat that I noticed about a particular group of people.
Many of the guests were friends and college classmates of The Groom. I knew this group of people somewhat -woodwindy's time in college managed to overlap with both their graduating class and with mine, and I'd met a number of them a couple of times before when various friends-in-common had gotten married. And while I don't know for certain, I'm guessing that most of these folks hadn't seen each other since the last time someone in their group got married, probably seven or eight years ago.
What became wonderfully clear to me as I watched this group of people was the deep and abiding affection that flowed between them. From quiet conversations to knowing looks passed and uproarious laughter, one could see that the years apart had done absolutely no damage to the kin-close friendships these people had forged so long ago. That affection was there, in their eyes: I know you. I care about you. You are the sibling of my heart.
May all good friendships last so well!
While taking photos, both with our camera and with the now-ubiquitous disposable "Here, take pictures of anything that looks interesting!" cameras present at weddings, there was something kind of remarkable and very neat that I noticed about a particular group of people.
Many of the guests were friends and college classmates of The Groom. I knew this group of people somewhat -
woodwindy's time in college managed to overlap with both their graduating class and with mine, and I'd met a number of them a couple of times before when various friends-in-common had gotten married. And while I don't know for certain, I'm guessing that most of these folks hadn't seen each other since the last time someone in their group got married, probably seven or eight years ago.What became wonderfully clear to me as I watched this group of people was the deep and abiding affection that flowed between them. From quiet conversations to knowing looks passed and uproarious laughter, one could see that the years apart had done absolutely no damage to the kin-close friendships these people had forged so long ago. That affection was there, in their eyes: I know you. I care about you. You are the sibling of my heart.
May all good friendships last so well!
no subject