Love Is Not A Choice

CHRIS EVANS Honey Don't dir. Ethan Coen

How I garden

One self-portrait a day, to keep my mind right. Ig: francisbuseko

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Those whom God has joined together, let no one separate. You may now kiss your husband.

Rhys Kosakowski by Toni Maticevski

When I was sixteen, my mom passed away from cancer. The next year, at my sister Maggie’s graduation, a giant rainbow appeared in the sky. My aunt remarked that my mom often showed up for her in rainbows. At the time, my sisters and I kind of brushed it off, but at Celia’s wedding aa few years later, right as she began reading her vows, a rain shower broke out of nowhere, creating a huge rainbow over the ceremony site. This weekend, as I got ready to marry Scott Bixby — the most handsome, sensitive, brilliant man I know — I joked that I was going to be pissed if he hadn’t arranged for a rainbow to show up. As we were getting into our suits, I was hit by a wave of sadness. Although it was without a doubt one of the happiest days of my life, it was hard knowing that someone really important to me wasn’t going to be there for our big day. But right as we were about to walk down the aisle, the clear blue sky became cloudy and a sudden burst of rain showered over the field where we were having our ceremony. I noticed everyone pointing behind us and we turned around to see a huge rainbow that had formed across the sky. I can’t say I’m a very religious or even spiritual person, but in that moment, I felt taken care of. Marrying Scott this weekend was one of the great moments of my life. It was magical getting to be surrounded by the people we love, and I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with such a beautiful person. Oh, and the song that played as we walked down the aisle? “Rainbow Connection.”