Wedding
This past week, I spent most of my life up in the great (haha, no) state of Michigan.
My older cousin (the only one older than me in our little family group) was getting married. And I was a groomsman. It was really an odd experience.
I've been to weddings before. But this was just a whole 'nother ball game. As a groomsman, I was on stage, and the bride and groom were only three feet away from me. I could've reached out, and tapped the minister on the shoulder had I wanted to endure the wrath of my cousin for ruining her wedding (something I assure you, I did not want to do. I have scars to prove she can be scary. And never make the bride mad at her own wedding. Advice from life). Somehow, this made the wedding more personal, more real.
It was surreal.
My cousin and I have always been friends. She's the only one in her blasted familt to treat me with any amount of respect, and she's been there for me when I needed a hand in life. Unlike the rest of her family, who are convinced I'm still a thirteen year old brat, she only treated me like a thirteen year old brat when I -was- a thirteen year old brat. It's weird to see somebody you care about up there under the veil. I don't think I can explain it.
Regardless, I was definitely proud of her. She's an amazing person, and the groom, while nerdy, is an amazing man of character, and probably one of the only guys I'd approve of.
It was also a very sobering event. Members of my famity I had never heard of, let alone met before, were coming up to me and laying the 'so, you're next in line for the wedding bells, eh?' on me. Lordy, am I really that close to being that old? Oh man, I am. I could be married in the next three or four years. I mean, I'm only in college for two and a half more.
It's crazy.
Life is crazy.
So, yay for the newlyweds, aie for the future I'm not focusing on now (because it doesn't matter until it comes close to happening), and hooray for crazy.
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