A group of dragons is called a Flight.
For my wedding, I designed and made chainmaille dragons to give to the people who are sharing our day in some way. Tonight, each of these little guys will go to their new owners as the First Reader and I formally join in matrimony. The little dragons just seemed like the perfect gift, and I wanted to make them myself rather than buy something. Because to me, a gift from the heart is special.
There was a time when my life was different. When the person who had a hold on my heart sneered at the way I gave gifts. He didn’t want me to make things, that was cheap, and not good enough. As I was making the dragons, the First Reader gave me input into the design as I muttered at the pliers and recalcitrant rings. He helped me decide how to set them up for the men, and that the better choice for the pendants was a lighter chain. This is in many ways a perfect illustration of how my life has changed. I am complemented and completed by my chosen life-partner. He loves me, supports me, and puts up with me when I get absorbed into art, or writing, or…
But above all, he lifts me up. I never feel stupid, or lazy, or small around him. I know I can snuggle in his arms when I am insecure, but that he will give me a push in the small of my back to propel me into the next steps when I freeze in fear at the doorway. I realized something not too long ago. I don’t feel broken any longer. I am whole, and my wings are strong enough to hold me aloft.
I love him, and he loves me. I am his, and he is mine.