In the movie Frida, there's a colorful scene during Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera's wedding celebration when their friend Tina Modotti delivers this wonderful toast. She says: 

I don’t believe in marriage. No, I really don’t. Let me be clear about that. I think at worst it’s a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense. At best, it’s a happy delusion—these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they’re about to make each other. But when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don’t think it’s conservative or delusional. I think it’s radical and courageous and very romantic. To Diego and Frida.

I love that. Because the idea of marriage, two people spending an inordinate amount of time together in close quarters for the rest of their lives, is a little insane. But even more powerful than the insanity, what we all believe and hope is stronger and more beautiful is an incredible faith in that love. Like, no matter how miserable we get, how crazy life seems, how few words we say to each other, there's still this undying will to love. And when two people arrive at that decision, it's definitely worth celebrating.

We're attending six weddings this year, one this weekend. And every one gives me even more reason to hope. These are big moments. Crazy and beautiful decisions. Let's celebrate them.