Catching the Bouquet!

Yesterday was the most wonderful day, and now Twixter Two is leaving me to tend the fort for the next week while she's Honeymooning at the Walt Disney World Resort. Congratulations Twixter Two and Hubby!!

Twixter Two and I have been friends ever since sixth grade, which means we've had plenty of opportunity to reminisce about our weddings. Neither of us really had anything planned (though I'm pretty sure I remember her mentioning swans at some point) but we had plenty of time to talk about how it would feel to be wearing that pretty white dress.

It astounds me that Twixter Two is NOW MARRIED!!! I've had my share of weddings (eleven in the past year, 3 of which I was in) however none of them really hit me like the marriage of my childhood best friend. Most of the gals (or guys) I met in college; they were adults from the start so it made sense that they would get married.

But I met Twixter Two when both of us were awkward Jr. High schoolers - I remember when boys had cooties, gossiping about both of our first kisses, and even the day that she and hubby met! and as I was sitting at the bridesmaids table, watching them dance their first dance (Most AWESOME first dance ever) I realized that all of that is about to change. There are no more girlie sleepovers, no more gossip about boys.

I'm at a weird transition in my life. For the majority of my friends, I'm reaching old maid status, since almost everyone was married right out of college - at only 21. (We'll talk about the MRS degree later.) But, for lots of my older friends (and may I say, my parents) 21 is way too young to be married.

The boy and I have been dating for almost a year and nine months, which means I get tossed somewhere in the middle. My married friends want us to be married already, but my single friends think I'm crazy to have dated the same guy for so long. I caught the bouquet at Twixter Two's wedding, which sparked a long, overdrawn convo with the mother about how I'm too young to even think about marriage.

What she doesn't realize is that my life will never be that of a typical 21-year-old. Let alone what she was like when she was 21. There won't be spontaneous road trips with the girls, or nights out partying in LA - because all the girls are now women who have to check with their husbands before planning a night out. Rent in LA is through the roof that I can't afford to keep living on my own, and gas prices kill our hour-and-a-half commute. (He lives in Orange County, not so happy about my move up to LA.)

Of course, I'll end this with the same disclaimer that I gave the mother - it's not like the boy is even THINKING about proposing tomorrow. (Though was shocked when I caught the bouquet since usually it bounces off my folded arms). But that doesn't mean if he does I wouldn't immediately say yes.

So, maybe I should just be happy that the ball isn't in my court; my decision has already been made for me.