It’s hard not to think about weddings right now. For the past year I’ve received invitations to a number of weddings, including my brother’s and, just recently, that of a very dear friend. Hers is the second I’ve been invited to since my brother’s nuptials in April and I’m fairly certain it won’t be the last I’ll get before the year is out. And although she is a fairly recent addition to my circle of friends she has – quite quickly – found a permanent place in the innermost circle of confidants.
Unfortunately, because of time and distance and logistics, I won’t be able to make it to this wedding. I know a lot of people would be aghast to hear I won’t be present at the wedding of a person I consider one of my dearest friends, but I think the fact that she understands my predicaments is a testament in and of itself to how amazing she really is. And while I won’t be present to make a speech when they get married in October, I’m still able to share what this particular set of nuptials means to me as a friend of the happy couple.
The invitation arrived today in the mail, though I didn’t get it out of the box until this evening as I was coming back up from loading something into another best friend’s trunk. The “something” in question is the Ex-Box I wrote about some months ago – the Indiana Jones Crate of my last relationship. Although I didn’t open the Ex-Box before handing it off to said best friend, I still know exactly what’s inside it…and I was thinking about all of those things when I saw that I’d received my friend’s wedding invitation.
I wish I had something dramatic to share with you about my reaction to the invitation. After all, I’d just mentally spent several minutes going over the contents of the Ex-Box – and almost against my will, because memories like that have a strange way of making you helpless and hapless in their presence. And I probably would have had every excuse and reason to fly off the handle upon receiving this invitation tonight, for she is marrying the younger brother of the Ex whose Box I sent to my friend’s house this evening.
But the truth is, I didn’t react in a way that would be worthy of Greek Choruses, and I don’t think I ever will about this particular wedding. I don’t see it as the day my ex-boyfriend’s younger brother marries one of my closest friends. I see it as the day two wonderful people will be starting a life together – a life they have worked so hard on and for which they have built with strong, solid foundations through every shared experience.
When I, the single half of this friendship, look at my friend and her fiancé, I don’t feel that deep twinge of envy that other young women might feel when they look at their engaged friends. I look at them and I see two people who are complete on their own and bring two whole people into one love. I see a young modern woman who is intelligent, independent, and strong – yet still feminine and gentle enough to bring out the best qualities in her hardworking, devoted, and golden-hearted young man. I see a couple that is on the same page and in each other’s hearts right next to God. I see two people who can do anything on their own, but when they’re together are truly unstoppable.
This is a relationship that’s been years in the making, and they’ve come through so much together over those years. I have only been a part of their lives for a short while, but I am so privileged and blessed to know their story, and to know them on my own terms.
If anything, being included on their guest list has reminded me that I am my own person – that my presence in somebody’s life is not contingent on me still being with the person who brought me into that life in the first place. It’s reminded me that the opinions some people might have of me aren’t the opinions of others, and that the people I cherish the most in the world will always welcome me and relate to me on their own terms. It’s reminded me that I as an individual am more than any relationship I was in before or ever will be a part of in the future – that my individuality, not my relationships, is what makes me worthy of the friendship and love of remarkable people.
Concerning my own, and still-theoretical, wedding day there are three non-negotiable elements for me. The first: that I sincerely hope that at least one person making a speech will open with the words, “Mawage. Mawage is what bwings us together today.” The second: that I will be wearing a white pair of Chucks with satin bows as laces, but they won’t be bedazzled. The third: that I will be walking myself down the aisle, because in my adult life what makes me happiest is being entirely self-made – being my own darn self.
And that’s the most important part, I think: being my own damn self and bringing the very best of what that is into my Happily Ever After, if and when it finally happens.