In many parts of the world, having a son get married at twenty-five is unusual--for some, it's because that's young to get married--for others, it's because twenty-five is old to be getting married.
We live in a society of the latter.
Or, at least, we used to. It seems there are fewer and fewer marriages nowadays. Maybe it's because there's fewer and fewer kids. That makes sense.
But, for our two families, it's wedding week.
The big day - Friday.
Are we ready? Probably not.
We're still digging out from a mountain of cardboard boxes. We knew things were going to be crazy in October. When we decided to move and Knight and Anne decided to get married, we knew we were in for some insane times. We figured, after the move we'd have time to concentrate on the wedding. We do, but it feels like it's not enough.
We're new to the whole wedding thing. I'm grateful we have an understanding son and his fiancee. At least, I think they've been understanding. They haven't complained at all. That's a blessing. Friday will arrive. We'll try and do everything that needs doing. I'm sure we'll miss some things--that always happens. Let's just hope they're not big things.
Yes, it's Wedding Week. A first for us. Here's to another new adventure!
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