As a divorcee, I find that weddings can be a mixed bag. You are usually attending because you know that bride or groom and hopefully have some fondness for them. It’s been about four years since my marriage ended. I remember the first few weddings I attended after the break up being pretty difficult to handle. I was happy for the couple, but all I could think about was the failure of my marriage.
It can be hard to celebrate someone’s happiness when you are in the midst of despair. One constant in life is that people will keep falling in love and some are going to get married (thankfully). Tonight I didn’t notice any of the sadness or negative reflections about my previous life. I was so squarely focused on my happiness for my friend. She’s a beautiful woman who deserves a tremendous love story. That’s my wish for her and her new husband.
For me? I was happy that I wasn’t going into it in man searching mode. You know, where you think…maybe I’ll meet someone nice here. Tonight I wanted to have a good time, and I did. I connected with old friends, danced a bunch and faced down an obscene amount of delicious food. The love story was a beautiful one. What more could you ask for?
As I type this I think of the ending scene in the movie My Best Friend’s Wedding where George tells Jules, “…Life goes on.’ Maybe there won’t be marriage. Maybe there won’t be sex. But by God, there will be dancing!”
…and so there was.