Here comes the bride…or not.
I love weddings…
There’s something very vulnerable and ‘honest’ about weddings…the expressions of the soon-to-be weds, the vows at the ceremony, the reception speeches… Of course, I could be wrong, but then again, there is no wrong or right…it’s simply my opinion.
I’ve never really been in a hurry to get married; even now I’m still going where life leads me, and unfortunately it hasn’t led me in that direction…just yet.
This brings me to what I really want to talk about – the pressure to get married! What is it about forcing people to catch garters and bouquets?!
On Saturday at my cousin’s wedding, I watched the bouquet fly through the air and saw these women push each other around in hopes of catching it. At this point in my life I don’t feel I should subject myself to scrambling around in hopes of catching flowers as if it will ‘help’ me to get a ring. After all, I caught one in 1998, and look at me….still single.
Right now, I think my mother wants me married more than I do! But I’m patient. I don’t want to make a supposedly lifelong decision/commitment that ends up going awry in a year!
…but I am keeping my eyes open
Call me crazy, but I kinda want to be in love…not just to care about someone, but I want that ‘spark’, that giddy feeling when you see them, private smiles to yourself when you think about them. LOL! (Did I really just write that?)
And I want ‘him’ to have those same feelings for me too…is that asking too much?
It takes a special man to be able to tolerate me…after all, I’m a special girl But, I can guarantee that when he makes the decision to love me…truly love me… he won’t regret it.
So, until then… I’ll watch those other ‘singles’ rush for that bouquet…me, I’ll wait till the time is right..