My wedding toast

One of the dearest friends I have in the world is getting married tomorrow. My wishes for you are that the love in his eyes is as strong forty years from now as it was the day he got off of that train. I hope that though your love is soft and tender, that is as tough as nails through the good times and the bad. I definitely wish for you infinitely more of the former than the latter. I wish for you a happy house full of the sounds of friends and the laughter of children, where the biggest difficulty is a scraped knee that you kiss and make better. I hope there’s lots of grandchildren as well in the golden years, but no regrets.

I’m closing with the most romantic song I know:

The Luckiest By Ben Folds (you knew it had to be ;) i don’t get many things right the first time in fact, i am told that a lot now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here and where was i before the day that i first saw your lovely face now i see it everyday and i know that i am, i am i am the luckiest what if i’d been born fifty years before you in a house on the street where you live maybe i’d be outside as you passed on your bike would i know? in a wide sea of eyes see one pair that i recognize and i know that i am, i am i am the luckiest love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you next door there’s an old man who lived into his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep and his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away i’m sorry i know that’s a strange way to tell you that i know we belong that i know that i am, i am i am the luckiest.