Officially older

Today I learned that one of my friends is engaged! I am so happy for her. But it made me think how much older I am getting. I now have FRIENDS plural that are engaged. I know someone who has a baby...and is my age. I will be going to two weddings of friends within the next two years. There are girls in my classes NOT much older than me if at all, that are discussing their wedding plans. It's kind of scary. They're still in school, but they're talking about the table decorations, the flowers, the music that will be played and so on and so on. It scares me a bit, making me think I have to get going a little faster. But then I think, that isn't what I want. I'm not saying I don't want to get married one day, but I don't want what these girls want. Not saying that about my friends, because my friends are cool and I know they truly deserve the things they are planning. They are planning magic. That's what I want, but in a different way.

In my last two years working in a hotel I witnessed...and waitressed...many weddings. Every single one seemed to have a similarity. Stress. Everyone was stressed. Always.

Except for the special one. The one that I will always remember.

The bride wore red, my favourite colour. The totaly amount of guests? 10. The day? A Wednesday. In the middle of the afternoon, on a nothing special day. They lucked out with the weather, because it is Scotland after all. They sat on the grass in the afternoon sun drinking beer and Pimms. At 7 they came into the fine dining restaurant for an excellent dinner (the rest of the restaurant was still open to guests). They had a great dinner, a small cake, great conversation, and best of all they were happy. The couple weren't stressed, the family weren't stressed, there were no caterers to be stressed, it was stress free. They were happy. It was beautiful. So, whatever size the wedding my friends choose to have, I have two wishes for their happy days.

Wish 1, that they be stress free. Wish 2, that they be truly happy. Best wishes guys.