Yep, I'm writing about weddings.
"Why?" you ask. "Are you getting married?"
"Hell, no," I reply. "But, my son is."
"Ahhh," you say and nod your head in understanding.
Even though this is his second, it is his fiance's first, so it's a big deal. Those of you who follow me on Facebook know my trials and tribulations in the pursuit of an appropriate outfit. I've finally pieced one together. Nothing fancy. Pants, shirt, jacket, flats. I pride myself for my stand on being a low maintenance kind of gal. But, people still try and gussy me up.
"Are you going to get your nails done?"
"But you have such pretty hands. You need to show them off."
"I've got some jewelry you could borrow."
"But . . ."
I shake my head. "I'm wearing a piece out of my mom's jewelry box."
"You need more than one piece."
"No, I don't."
Don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't want to look nice for my son's wedding. But, it's not about me and how I look. It's about two people who have found somebody to love and love them back. And in this day and age, I think we can all agree, this is a feat that is becoming rare.
So, I'll watch my son and his bride exchange vows and I'll dance at the reception and I'll smile for the pictures. And on my way home, I'll pray my son will be happy.