
And yet, this past Saturday, I felt no envy. Of course she looked beautiful, and I felt so happy for both the bride and the groom. But I also realized that I should not see myself as less significant because I may never be that bride. Maybe I will never wear a beautiful white gown and be the envy of everyone at the country club, but is not a bright pink top and short skirt also a fun way to celebrate life? And perhaps I will never have that juicy wedding kiss to the clanging of glasses, but are not my soft kisses on Grandma's cheek just as needed and desired? Is not the challenging conversation with my cousin about relationships as helpful as gazing lovingly into someone's eyes before the first dance. Is not my 6th grade cousin flinging water on me as joyful as feeding someone a bike of cake? And finally, isn't the leisurely stroll with mom through the golf course as special as walking to some exact spot to take wedding photos?
I don't want to demean the value of marriages or weddings because I am a believer in both. But I do think the day itself might be some sort of illusion, and I think I may just have found a way to live quite content in my current reality. I am not a bride that people envy or even notice. But, I was a bride in my own mind this past Saturday, and I felt very special, and I felt his love abundantly.
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Love is felt in many ways.
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