A couple dozen or so years ago on this date I was once walking down the aisle in a handmade silk wedding dress. The day before it had poured rain and I remember my white satin high heels getting stuck in the lawn when I went to the champagne tower my dad had constructed for me and my groom. In the background a small band played whimsical music with nearly a medieval sound - the poor musicians were dressed in satin and plush felt costumes like Ren-Faire people. I got lightly sunburnt even through the mesh and lace top on my dress because it was brilliantly hot and sunny. There were sad bits during the day - the passing of a dear friend was told to me half way through the reception and I burst out in tears because I hadn't realized she was that sick. More than a few of my friends ended up drunk and passed out under trees in the yard. I thought I was all grown up and ready to face a new chapter of my life.
Funny what one thinks.
I find myself looking back to the younger me at times and wanting to scream warnings. Other times I laugh at my arrogance and stupidity. Memories of the joys and the heartbreak entwine during my self-absorbed analysis of bits and pieces of life.
Life has a funny way of doing what it wants regardless of my stray wishes.
Nice post. I remember finally realizing after countless instances of looking back on my life and thinking, "Boy I was a fool then," that I still am and always will be a fool. I am okay with this. "O Lord, be merciful to me, a fool."
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