time of singing

On Friday, I left for Philadelphia, to talk weddings (royal and otherwise) with Alysea.  We woke before 7:00 for coffee and mimosas and wedding watching and I heard a familiar reading from my favorite day,

-- Arise, my love, my fair one and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.  The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.  The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.  Arise, my love, my fair one and come away --

I never used to cry at weddings, not even my own, but I do now.
Because the thing is, my marriage is the thing I'm most proud of -- it's the thing I've worked the hardest on, the thing I'm best at.

After, I went home in the rain, to paint the dining room with him.