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  • On August 4th, 2012 I was overwhelmed with excitement as I watched a good friend marry the woman of his dreams. In a cliche way, weddings are incredibly special occasions. For me, it was a reunion. After graduating high school, the majority of our friends went in different directions for college. Our high school friends became adults far away from one another, but we never forgot where we came from. Returning home for their wedding was spectacular. Joy emanated from the bride and groom and made it's way to all of those surrounding them on their special weekend. Like the wedding itself, the dance floor of a wedding is also, "special."

    Not only did I see the young, vibrant lives of many recently graduated college students come together, I witnessed that same life come from my own parents. Fueled by their young attitudes, my parents were the last "old people" to leave the dance floor, but it wasn't just dancing. It was growing closer with my parents. It was the increase in respect and the desire to make them proud like I've never felt before.

    It wasn't just the bride and groom who got to celebrate that weekend, it was all of us, together, dancing.

    Thanks for the dance Mom and Dad.
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