I think there is something wrong with me. The older I get, the less likely I think it is that I will get married. I mean it. I'm not just being the "oh poor me" Bakeshow. I can't imagine a good date with anyone, let alone wanting to spend not just life- but eternity with them. Yikes.
When I was younger, I thought I'd been cursed. Anyone and everyone I made friends with, got snatched up pronto by the love of her life and was hauled off to married land (which, lets face it, is different no matter how hard you try to make it the same).
You know the old saying, "Three times a brides maid, never a bride." Well I've only done it two and a half. Wendy, nearly 13 years ago, Amanda, almost 11 years ago, and Heather (this was the half... she didn't really have bridesmaids, but I counted myself as one cuz I picked the song to walk down the aisle to and held her bouquet as she got married), who is closing in on 10 years. Aside from those three, I have had friends drop like flies as they meet, mate and move on (or away).
note* I have for a few years now, boycotted weddings. I'd attend the occasional bridal shower, but rarely, oh so rarely would I attend a reception. (Sorry for those of you whose weddings I missed. I'm over myself now)
I thought I'd cured myself of that curse. All my friends are either married, or seem to be terminally single like me and rather set in their ways. Today one broke the mould. Lisa Carter (my Forks buddy) and her sweetie pie, Matthew Witt were married this morning.
I'm really very happy for them... and not at all jealous. Ok, like 90% happy and 10% jealous. It was funny as we sat around listening to the sweet old man performing the ceremony, I looked around the room, mostly strangers to me, and marked the reactions. Many were smiling. I noted those who were crying: Me (of course), The Bride's Sister, the Groom's Sister-In-Law (she's pregnant, maybe it was just hormones), the Mother of the Bride (a little bit toward the end) and the Father of the Bride (the whole way through... it was sweet really.) Which is why I'm 70% happy and only 30% jealous.
I have known Lisa pre-Matthew and post-Matthew. She is so happy. I remember when they first started dating and she had the I-can't-wipe-this-smile-off-my-face look for a long time. I had never formally met Matthew, but I knew who he was and what his personality was like. So when I found out it was him that she was dating... I knew she was doomed (to happiness) and that it was just a matter of time. Slowly, slowly over the months she has slipped away into her new world. Which is why I'm 60% happy and just 40% jealous.
It's been a while since I've been to an actual marriage ceremony. The last one was my little brother two and some change years ago. I used to be surrounded by weddings. My mom made most of the town's wedding cakes when I was a kid and I helped, so I was always around weddings. I always dreamed what mine would be like (it's changed several times over the years) and at one time thought of one day owning a reception center (at the time, Pocatello really needed one- all we had to choose from was the church gym or Juliet's Plaza -which was just an old church gym that a rummage sale threw up on). Which is what makes it easy for me to be 40% happy and 60% jealous.
Just kidding. I love you guys! congrats and good luck!
And Kudos to you who caught the "Friends" reference.