I knew that the bride would arrive in a wheelchair, but I was not prepared for the wedding I would soon be allowed to perform. The groom described his disability as low vision.
In bright sunlight, I can see about as well as you can through wax paper. With most indoor lighting, I see little or nothing. A large, powerfully muscled man, he scooped his bride up out of the back seat of the limousine as though she weighed no more than a small child. She had lost the use of her legs in a car accident which had damaged her spine ten years earlier.
I wept openly when they added a little personal touch to their vows. He leaned over her and gripped both her shoulders in his large strong hands.
I promise to always be your legs.
She looked up at him with love fiercely burning in her eyes.
I promise to always be your eyes.
Handicaps dont really hurt us in the ways that are most important. Whatever they didn’t have, they had each other. Neither eyesight nor the ability to walk would have made them any richer. They were complete people in all the ways that really matter.
The next time you’re having a bad hair day, walk through your home and think of the people you love. Think of this couple and the things that really matter.