Goin' to the chapel...

Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 is the first one that popped up in the google search bar, which kind of disappoints me because I feel like that means it's overused. Oh well. Today I read this in my Shakespeare class, and it seemed so fitting since my best friend is getting married this weekend. Weddings are a beautiful mess. I'll just say it. They are wonderful celebrations, but I don't think there could be a wedding without some chaos. I guess it's fitting for life! I'm so happy for her, and I'm so thankful to get to be part of their special day, and though this sonnet may be a cliche wedding blessing, any chance to get to quote a little Shakespeare makes me feel good!

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.