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I am good at weddings.

Bizzare I know.

The little girl who used to collect bridal magazines, and can whip together an event in her sleep is good at weddings.  Yet I suck at marriage (two down) so it seems.  So today my helped was asked for and I’m more than happy to jump to the plate.

“You are going to be the only single girl at the wedding.”

Totally unintentional, but still stung a bit.

Partly because I realized that should I ever see a 50th, oh heck even a 25th wedding anniversary, I will be too damn old to realize what’s going on, or even worse will be a widow.