This Sunday some of my high school friends and I went to a very sweet, garden wedding out in San Marcos, California for one of our high school friends. The bride looked beautiful, the groom looked dapper, the ceremony was touching, and the reception was very fun.
So, during this time of joy comes moments of self-realization.
Weddings make me sob with joy no matter what - twice during the ceremony, once during the father-of-the-bride speech, and once at the end when we wave off the bride and groom, I was the sniffler in the corner.
Peer weddings make me feel old - I’ve been to two peer weddings, in one wedding, and am pretty sure that most of my friends will be married by the time we hit 25. I know this is not out of the ordinary, but it definitely makes me realize just how adult everyone’s lives have become. It’s like my boyfriend and I are avoiding getting married anytime soon like the plague to enjoy our carefree youth while it lasts (yeah, we’re very romantic).
I’m more like my mother than I’m willing to admit - the woman has been married 3 times and engaged 5 times simply due to her love of love (and her love of weddings, I’m convinced). From rings and flowers, to dresses and cakes, I know more about weddings than I should at 23.