This weekend a very special person was joined to another. A beautiful wedding it was, and a beautiful bride to match. I don’t really cry at weddings, but I couldn’t help but look at this one a little different. What’s different about this one?
Well… For one, it was my first cousin, one of members of my family that I respect the most and probably was closest to, not to say that we were close. In fact, we weren’t close. We barely spoke to another. But I remember that I looked up to her, even though I was a kid. That and she was taller than me until I hit puberty that is. But no… I’m glad that she could smile and have her day, though she did admit she was tired of smiling by the end of the day.
But really… the one thing that has changed about myself and this wedding was the fact that I’ve been in a relationship, and have gone through the ups and downs, the tears and the laughter. At least a part of it. Now, that may not have worked out in the end, as we are now apart, but a part of me has known love, and it makes me a little happier that someone else in this world, especially someone I look up to, and respect, and care about, has gotten to the end of one chapter, and has begun another. That and I got to see family that I don’t really see all that much; to see how much my younger cousins have grown, and have changed.
Perhaps I’m getting old and sentimental. I think I’ve always been a bit sappy. Granted, I was just a little sad; sad that my previous relationship didn’t work out, and sad that I currently hold anyone in my life to a high enough esteem to be able to dedicate my life to them, and them to me, but there’s always hope. Kudos to you L, hopefully you won’t be able to walk for a week after spending it with J.
I’m glad that my cousin doesn’t read this blog, else I’d probably have a pretty darn short life expectancy.
-T
