Here Comes the Bride
Today, we are going to a wedding.
It has been a long time since I have been to a wedding.
And I love a wedding.
I have been to several in my lifetime, but probably not as many as most women in their mid 30s. At the risk of sounding like a total primadonna, I choose to skip the ones where I know I am just a courtesy invite and have even made my man ride solo to several when I am nothing but the “and guest” on the invite.
It’s not because I am insensitive, just the opposite.
It’s because I truly believe in the beauty, importance and meaning of a wedding and when we clearly aren’t close, whether or not I am nibbling on chicken or fish and sipping free champagne during your toast won’t make a difference to either of us in 20 years.
But I have been to weddings.
Several have ended in a drunken haze. Many have ended in babies. A few have ended in divorce. But the ones I go to inevitably end in memories. Memories for the bride, memories for the groom, and memories for me, because I truly love and care about the happy couple, their future together, the joy in their families’ eyes as they watch them unite, the excitement their closest friends feel in celebrating with them, and the hope for a long lifetime filled with happiness, joy and love.
And today’s is sure to be one of those weddings.
I will be eating the chicken (I think, can’t remember what I chose), I will be sipping champagne…but most importantly, I will be helping a dear friend make her memories.