A Beautiful Day

Over the Easter weekend a special event took place within the family.

The most senior sibling of the family got married and it was a truely special day.  The lead up as everyone knows when it comes to a wedding is full of frantic things to do, the venue was in Tenterfield, NSW and the autumn leaves were already turning a beautiful orange.

My sister looked beautiful and her lucky husband brushed up pretty well himself.  Their puppy dressed up for the occassion just as flash as the rest of the guests.

During the ceremony, a lovely story was read out and I thought I would share it with you all;

“What is real?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it hapen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it often doesn’t happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.

Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly except to people who don’t understand.”

Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit



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