Weddings

Weddings. They're so beautiful. Things are just beginning -- a new flower just budding, filled with hope, potential, dreams, joy. There are new memories to be woven, new joys to be found. And that joy is so catching. Have you ever noticed how people cry at weddings though? Tears to show teh hurt that this change will have to bring.

I want a wedding. I want a simple, flowing white dress that's half-way decent, unlike lots of dresses now. I want to walk down a flower strewn pathway with shadowed with graceful, bending trees, maybe weeping willows. I want all the friends and family I love to be there, to share my joy. And I want to have that special friend to share my life with, to build a home with, to encourage, to be encouraged, to laugh with, to read and study with, to be with, to hold hands with. In some ways I can't wait.

And in some ways, I don't want any of it for a long, long time. Maybe I'll go back to that "boys are icky" philosophy like I had back in kindergarten. . .