I am going to a wedding this weekend. A Catholic wedding, complete with Mass. In Latin. In a beautiful Catholic church. Oh my stars. I am going to witness, for the first time in my life, the Catholic wedding of someone I actually know- a wonderful and hilarious and smart-a young man who loves his faith and is going to live it out in the sacrament of Holy Matrimony. I am SO FREAKING EXCITED. Is one of my favorite girl friends going with me? Heck yes. Am I going to cry? Definitely. Will this make me want to get married even more? Likely. Are we invited to the reception? No, technically, but we'll see what happens. Is the soon-to-be-husband planning to introduce me to a male friend of his? Yes. Wait, what? Oh geez. I wouldn't say I'm looking forward to it; in fact, I am trying not to even think about it. A friend of mine thinks he's met this guy and wasn't too impressed, so that takes a bit of pressure off me to like him. We'll see- God's will be done, right? Heck, I don't know if I can even handle (thinking about) opening myself up to someone again, after the recent heart-smashing escapade (owwww, yeah, it's still a bit sore). My heart got smashed, by the way. I did no smashing. Not to the smasher, that is...but I digress.
The wedding will be fantastic, and I am looking forward to it. Still need to figure out what I'm wearing, but I just need to remember that it doesn't really matter, because I'm really not going for the purpose of impressing anyone, not even the groom's friend. I'm going so I can witness something truly otherworldly and holy and beautiful. Psyched much? OH yeah.
AMDG BVMH
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