In France it is the law and tradition to wed at the local courthouse in order to fulfill the legalities. Such was the case late in May when my dearest French ‘son’ and sweet Celine wed.
Most newlyweds then have a ceremony of their own delight. Whether in church or a beautiful outdoor locale, couples fashion a ceremony that is most meaningful to them. Greg and Celine chose the coast of France where she was raised.
One of the truly jaw dropping places in the world, Perros Guirec is the location of the famous pink granite boulders. One of only three places in the world that have this kind of stone, the granite of Perros Gureic can be seen in Paris in building and streets, but nowhere is it more amazing than in its natural state. Many of the pinkish boulders dwarf the trekkers that climb amongst them. The sea here has many moods. Mediterranean sapphire when overcast, the shoreline lightens to Caribbean aqua in the sun.
Small crabs scurry and hide. Seaweed rests gracefully, and the boulders that appeared only large when the tide covers them, are gigantic as the skirt of the ocean is drawn back. (Can you see the crab nestling in the sand?)
By the time the ceremony begins, the water laps at the seawall and boats slip to and fro just off shore, expertly dodging the rocks in predetermined corridors. As the couple exchange vows, the guests sigh, chortling when grandma adds an “Ooo, la, la” as the groom’s speech turns especially full of ardor.
Those who take this ultimate leap of faith into an uncertain future- now full of promise in the sharing, are affirming
… a miracle… the miracle of love.