Matrimonial Landing

I'm off to a family wedding for a couple of days.

A family wedding is like a ferry easing into its pier.

The landing has created anticipation among the passengers. They line the railing to watch the the ship meet the shore. The hulk slows, reverses engines against its momentum and then scrunches into the pilings. There may be some jostling on impact, a low moan, a creak in the old timbers.

Then everything settles down with a sigh.

We've arrived.

We file down the gangway or drive down the ramp. We celebrate the arrival before making ourselves at home, on land.

I don't know where the metaphor goes next, but that seems right. After weddings, marriages bear uncertainty too.