Today I will go to a wedding.
I will sit in the church, and likely tear up as the bride, my friend and former roommate, walks down the aisle and is married to her best friend.
I will congratulate them both, tell her how beautiful she looks and how wonderful the ceremony was.
I will find my seat at the reception hall, listen to speeches and toast the happy couple.
I will make small talk with the people at my table, enjoy my dinner and sip my wine.
I will watch them cut cake and take a picture of their first dance.
I will dance until my feet are sore, and hope to catch the bouquet.
As though somehow this time, catching the bouquet really will result in me finding the elusive guy.
Because, as it has for all the weddings I’ve attended, the “Guest” line remained blank on my RSVP card.
I still enjoy weddings, even in my singleness. They are beautiful, a celebration, a display of love. Weddings are a reminder of hope. Hope that I may one day find what I currently do not possess, and hope and well-wishes towards this new couple.
But I cannot deny the dash of melancholy they bring. The desire for what I may one day have, but not yet.
In no way will I allow this to detract from my enjoyment of the wedding; another single friend and I will ride together, sit by each other, and have a grand ol’ time together.
And maybe remind each other that we are not done, our stories not finished.
Til next time…
p.s. Ah, weddings…how do you feel about them?