With my older (and only) sister’s wedding just two short days away, it goes without saying that I’ve been thinking a lot about weddings lately. I’ll admit that in the past few years I’ve become somewhat disenchanted with the wedding industry, and my general desire for a wedding can be summed up in the words “small and simple” – the exact opposite of what I once thought I wanted.
But here is the thing about weddings. Despite all the hype and the magazines and the planning and the work (and believe me, it is work), despite all of the silly commercial glitz that accompanies the idea and all of the sarcasm and cynicism from people convinced it’s all a sham – despite all of that, weddings are beautiful. Marriage is beautiful.
Because the older we get, the harder it is to gather all of the people we love in one place. We’re strewn across the country or even across the world, touching base at holidays and on birthdays and maybe once or twice in between. But weddings bring us together to celebrate love. And when you think about it, there are very few ocassions left in this world that are dedicated such a noble cause. Love. Happiness. Joy. Commitment even in the hard times. In sickness and in health.
Weddings reaffirm the beauty of human relationships, the dedication of our spirits, and the idea that no matter how small we may sometimes feel, we are, in fact, very dearly loved.