Museum of Life

There are museums for all kinds of things: science, art, history, heritage, etc.  I must admit that I have come across some rather random {and sketch} museums recently.  Which got me thinking: what about a wedding museum.  Is there a wedding museum out there?  Why or why not?  

I'd argue that there are billions of wedding museums...
Every time I walk into a married person's home, I enter the museum of {insert last name here}.  Pictures on the wall commemorating that special day.  A book, perhaps, perches the coffee table, begging to be perused.  The wedding topper, chest bowed, on the mantle.  Leftover koozies in the pantry shout reminders of that special Day of Love.  The plate, donning the new initial and signed by all the guests, hangs in a prominent spot in the house.  The sweet, country, wooden sign once directing guests now peeks out from the flower bed.   And each serves as a dedication to the Wedding Day.

But why stop there?  Our homes museum our entire lives: the childrens books our mothers saved for us, grandpa's antique bike, home videos, grandma's paintings, photographs of all sorts of loved ones, gifts given from the heart, the books we read, the movies we watch, the brands we love, the fabric we chose, the toys yet to put away, the blankie abandoned on the floor {still dirty}, the crayon drawings on the freshly painted wall, the knick-knacks we collect, the saved words people have written ... Each a dedication to the Life one has lived.  

As I type this, something tells me I may never enter another {insert last name here} Museum the same again.  As my high school Spanish teacher once said, "You never enter a museum without looking up, down, and all around - you don't want to miss anything!"  So next time I come to your Museum, I will be sure to look up, down, and all around, soaking up the wonder that you have shared and displayed, beckoning visitors into your Museum of Life.

Disclaimer: a house should never be as clean as a museum ... the more lived in the better!