Perfection and I aren’t very good friends.  I’ve chased after it for most of my life…and simply found it ever fleeting.  Constantly slipping between my fingers along with every thing else that I failed to notice in pursuit of the one thing that never really existed to begin with.

Perfection is something you notice in the rear view mirror while you’re moving forward.  You look back only to find that the closest thing to perfection already happened.  It happened while you were busy trying to make it better.

At least this is the life of a perfectionist.  Just ask the five year old me who cleaned her room three times a day.

Dust always falls.  Things get moved.  Life happens.

My days are not perfect.  My life is not perfect.  I am not perfect.

Not easy words for a person like me.  And though I still struggle with making perfection my drug of choice…I’ve started to learn and appreciate that maybe, just maybe, perfection has less to do with everything being flawless and more to do with bringing the flawed pieces together.

Maybe perfection is actually that adorable gap between Avery’s two front teeth and the freckle on my toe.  Maybe perfection is that one spiral of darkened wood in our floor and the out of place curl of Hudson’s hair.  Maybe perfection is really everything that is shy of perfect…everything that sets us apart from the rest of it all.

Maybe my definition of perfect is actually what was flawed to begin with.

It’s hard for me to find the words to accurately describe Molly and Craig’s wedding day.  It’s hard for me to find the words to describe how much love radiated through every moment of their celebration.  It’s hard for me to find the words to describe Molly and Craig at all!

But I can tell you that their day was perfect.  And believe me, coming from a perfectionist…I know it when I see it!  But their perfection came in the best way possible; the way the freezies all melted out in the sun…the way the groomsmen couldn’t quite figure out their ties…the way the bride ate an apple at her cocktail reception!

It was perfection in the sweetest, most endearing, and loving kind of way.  It was perfection in a way that made you never want to let go.

And luckily for them, they don’t have to.

Because even though Molly isn’t perfect…and even though Craig isn’t perfect…you better believe that they are perfect for each other…