Sex & the Single Woman: T-Minus 24 Hours
One of my good friends is getting married tomorrow and, for possibly the first time in my life, I am at a loss for words. I am so happy for her, so happy she found such a great guy and so stoked to see them get married. In light of that, I keep getting hit with waves of “Whoa, this is really happening.”
Today will be a whirlwind of traveling, preparing, flying in friends from Europe, rehearsing and, above all, celebrating. Despite all of that, I imagine that I won’t be able to forget my excitement, or come to terms with the enormity of the situation.
This is the first of the my close friends to get married, the first wedding I will be a part of. (Aside from some childhood stints as a freaking cute flower girl.) Weddings used to mean dancing, new aunts or uncles and, of course, cake. Now that I’m older, I’m able to understand that it means so much more than just floating around a church in a ruffly dress.
I’ve known the bride since my freshman year of college; we grew up together in so many ways that it makes me especially teary-eyed to see her take this next step. We’re becoming such adults.
I wish her and her fiance the best of everything. They are both wonderful people who deserve the world, and it makes me so happy to see that they found each other.