Two of my very dear friends got married last weekend. It was awesome and super fun. I thought I'd gotten all of my to-do stuff out of the way in time for the wedding, but in the week before, I found myself a guest-zilla - slightly freaking out, having tried two dresses that just didn't work, waiting for (and pinning all of my hopes on) the third dress and an extremely last minute hair cut and color that I lucked into scheduling (yes, the hair gods were smiling on me). Oh yeah and I should also note here that due to an unfortunate purse-unloading-while-looking-for-keys incident after the bachelorette party, I drove home with a bright pink vibrator wedged between my license plate and trailer hitch. That's another story for another time - I'm just thankful I didn't get pulled over for a license obstruction. The wedding was on Saturday - on Friday I got sick. Pretty darn sick, in fact, but I was NOT about to let that show at the wedding 'cause I was WEARIN' that dress! I did have pockets - and should have had kleenex in one and a flask in the other - just to keep from drawing any attention my way during the ceremony due to an inopportune coughing fit. JW says that I got sick in protest to yet another couple marrying who've been dating for a shorter time than he and I. Mmmm, perhaps. Well it's either get sick or hold my breath, and quite frankly, I'm just getting too old to hold my breath that long. ZING! Anyhoo, it was a beautiful wedding - but there was one thing in particular that really hit home. From my seat, I could see my girlfriend's face while she recited her vows to her hubby-in-the-making, and the way she looked at him... it just broke your heart. In a good way. I felt like a fly on the wall of an incredibly private moment - it was as if those two were the only ones in the room. That they let us all in to share that moment with them... it was a beautiful thing to bear witness to. I can scarce describe it and still do it justice. It was just... love. Pure and unadulterated love. And it was really, really amazing. Shouldn't we all be so lucky.
And as a special note, JW actually danced with me! He wanted me to tell you all, gentle readers, that he asked me to dance SEVERAL times, and I didn't ask him to dance. So let the record show, that's how it went. He also took some very sweet pictures with me, which was only a little out of character. We had a grand time.