Becoming a grown-up is a pretty natural transition. All of sudden, you look around & go – “Heyyy, wait a minute!” I own furniture. I pay rent. Some people I know pay mortgages. &…shocker of shockers – some people I know are married.
& I totally adore when people I love marry people they love. & I’m starting to just go with the flow. Weddings are less epic to attend. Internally, I will still admit to occasional bouts of “WHAAAAAAT?!” I love seeing the flowers, the clothes, — I really love dancing.
Of course, I still do not want to get married. & I don’t love weddings quite as much as my brother. I have a subdued love for the expression of love that weddings represent for my friends. & what better excuse to have a party than for love?