A Kid in a Candy Store

I feel like I should warn you right from the get-go that this post is about weddings. 


We've already been through how sentimental of a person I am, but can I just say--I LOVE weddings!


Today I went to a wedding of a dear family member, and it was simply spectacular. It was actually my first time ever going to a regular, traditional wedding (the only other wedding I'd been to was completely excellent, but far from traditional), and I loved everything about it. There were two ladies playing the harp and cello for the ceremony's music, which was lovely, and the pastor gave a little sermon about love, and the bride looked beautiful, and they played Pachelbel's Candon in D of course, and everyone looked so marvelous, and and and . . . well, you get the idea. 


As the 2nd-to-youngest of six and having many cousins much older than me, weddings aren't unfamiliar to me. I've watched three of my siblings get married to excellent people, and several cousins tie the knot with equally excellent people. Suddenly, though, I'm finding that the engagement notices and wedding invitations I'm receiving are no longer from my elders or people I looked up to as being far, far older than me . . . . . they're from people my own age!


I'm growing up. Wait, what? Weird. 


My friends are all finding their true loves and riding off into their sunsets, and I'm still surprised I'm not in preschool anymore. Where did my childhood go? What the?


Anyway, that was a tangent, sorry. I went to the reception of a good friend a few weeks ago and saw a bunch of my friends there that I hadn't seen in awhile. We chatted and had fun, and it was so good to see everyone, especially at such a happy event. Suddenly, one of my friends turned to me and said, "Wow, we only see each other at weddings nowadays." And he was right. We all realized that the last several times we'd seen each other had each been at weddings. It was a sobering realization. 


But a hopeless romantic like myself can't get away with going to so many lovey, mushy event like this and not dream about her own . . . (the other night I had a dream that Robert Downey Jr. and I fell in love . . . . If I had had more time to sleep, we probably would have gotten married. But that is neither here nor there. I was just reminded about it because I started talking about dreaming. Anyway!!) So recently I've been snooping around the interwebs in my free time, checking out other people's weddings (like every other girl in the world, I know), and you know what I love?


Mason jars.





Again, like every other girl in the world. I just keep thinking, "Dude. Why didn't I think of that? They're antiquey-looking, they make for very festive lighting, they are super cheap, and they would be WAY fun to play with and make into interesting things for the reception." Unfortunately, someone else thought of them, and now everyone wants them. In fact, I stumbled on an article completely by accident called The Mason Jar Manifesto which was all about how Mason jars are ruining everyone's weddings and people who use them should be condemned to a firey and horrible death, yada yada yada. I disagree completely (no firey deaths for me!), but if they're popular enough to have trend-haters writing about them, they're far from original. Sad face. :( But still . . . They're so sweet!!


Aaaaanyways. I guess the point is that weddings are cool, you know?  


So this is the part where (since I am not engaged and am nowhere close to being in imminent danger of being so) you, as my friends, go forth and find lovers! Quick! Go be engaged! And then invite me to your wedding receptions!


I, in the meantime, will content myself with attending wedding after wedding of you wonderful people, and will enjoy myself far more than anyone should. I'll cry for you (happy tears of course), I'll laugh with you (or at you, depending on how drunk you get haha), I'll throw rice at you (which may or may not be illegal now?), I'll dance the Electric Slide with you (which will be quite the feat--I'm completely awful at it), I'll eat your cake (may it be delicious--and not a lie), and when I wish you all the happiness in the world, I'll mean it with all my heart. 


And know that while I may not be married yet, just being at your wedding has made me as happy as a kid in a candy store. Or, actually infinitely more so. 


Now, go forth and get married, kids. And hurry up about it. Hahaha ;)


That is all.