While I was making my lunch today I was thinking about my cousin’s wedding in late August. It touched me deeply, which was surprising as the ceremony was terribly kitch, the bride customarily shy, the guests rowdy and family politics rife. But my cousin deeply touched me. His happiness almost shocked me. He cried more than once and made me on the verge of tears too, so large and encompassing his happiness was. It was clear that he loves his bride very much and that this single moment, this ceremony, this declaration of his love, this public affirmation of their love, is the happiest in his life.
I too can still pinpoint such a moment in my life. I could do it when I was making my sandwiches and I can do it now. My memory is somewhat assisted by a ‘public holiday’ (April Fool’s) but in a single week I met the love of my life and was made permanent in a job I prized. Such abundant, concentrated happiness; it’s intoxicating thinking about it even now. We don’t have these moments often but when we do, they last us a lifetime. The effect of reminiscing can be unpredictable but I’ll also remember those moments as moments of extreme happiness. I hope I will taste them again and my cousin will have his forever.
