at this time, Iím expected to toast the couple.
But I think that something else more important has been left out of the ceremony. This is a very important thing, something that needs to be in everybodyís ceremony.
By way of the beginning of my toast:
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails
Love is fastidious, orderly and squeaky clean. Love washes behind its ears. If you look into love, you can see yourself.
Love does not do Hammer dances in its underwear.
Aside to Kenny: (Remember that tonight.)
Love calms you down and picks you up.
Love is generous and forgiving. Love does not draw a line in the sand.
Love is not fuchsia, oblong, balding, or overly spicy.
Love does not twitch, wiggle, or do the hokey-pokey. Love is not half-price.
Love grows without obscuring, shines, without blinding, and nibbles without leaving a hickey. Sometimes.
Love speaks out, acts up, and talks back. You canít take love anywhere.
Love does not clip, check, shank, whiff, or hit soft in the pocket. Love posts up, shakes and bakes, and drives to the hole. Love has excellent hang time.
And finally, love is not a joy that consumes; love is a joy that radiates.