I remember the day I first met amy. It was out on a farmhouse in kansas on a summer night. she was at that time amy seeley, and i knew her only because I had heard her music and it had moved me greatly. she is a singer/songwriter by trade, and a dreamer/thinker/explorer/photographer/creator in her every day. that night, we took our family out to that farm to watch amy play on an old rustic piano as she kept the beat of the songs in the dust with her cowboy boots. we had a conversation that night, and we both knew in that moment something had changed, and we would be friends. that conversation, along with many other things set off a chain reaction which brought amy here to kansas city, and eventually led her to a place of home, with roots that have begun to grow very, very deep.
I remember the day amy met christopher. it was a sunday morning at church, and he was playing in the band. as she walked up to take communion, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and he later told her that he “knew” in that moment. he had waited his whole life to be her husband. as we sat there in church she asked me “who is that guy? will you introduce me?” and so I did. and that, along with many other things, set off a chain reaction which brought amy and christopher to the day when they became husband and wife, the messengers.
I could go into paragraphs and pages of details of why I love and care for amy, and why we love these two so very much. but I’m not a writer, and I’m afraid the computer would short out due to all of the tears soaking it so I will just say this: amy and christopher, you dear ones are proof to me that God is real, and that he is after something much more than a normal life. he wants to surprise us with joy, with love we don’t feel we deserve, and with the best gifts we could never give ourselves. and he will stop at nothing until he does.
and so, on a cold day in december, amy and christopher decided to leave their former selves behind and become the messengers. and along with our new friend, the wonderful david fiser, I had the joy of telling the story as they experienced their home-grown (her flowers were put together by her best friend, Liz), hand-made (her dress was vintage, refurbished and prepared by her dear friend maria), intimate and beautiful wedding.
They felt it only fitting that they started their wedding day where it all began, at communion on a sunday morning.
care to watch, with music and their own words?
here you are!
music by the one, the only, message to bears.