So, I spent this past weekend at the beach for the wedding of 2 very close family friends. The wedding itself was beautiful, but I think it was the rest of the weekend that made me realize how lucky I am. Here are a few of the things I enjoyed most, in no particular order...
1. My amazing BoyFace (who hates weddings and didn't even know the people getting married) took time off work just to go with me. And who would have guessed, he admitted (about 3 Crown and Sprites in) to having a pretty wonderful time! Seeing other people happy makes me extremely happy, so I was pretty pumped that he had a good time.
2. This weekend marked said BoyFace's first meeting with 2 out of 3 of the men in my family. If you know these men, you'll know they can be a little intimidating...especially if you're the man trying to date their baby sister! Needless to say, I was a little nervous about introducing him. Lucky for me, the boys (BoyFace included!) were on their best behavior and all seemed to get along really, really well. Because my family and this silly boy are 2 of the most important things in my life, it was such a wonderful thing to know they could all live in harmony and actually like each other!
3. It's fun to be friends with your siblings. Contrary to popular belief, big brothers can actually be pretty cool. Having spent the better part of 25 years arguing with them and constantly being thought of as the little sister, it was so much fun to hang out with my brothers as adults. I've obviously spent time with them since we've all been adults, but I think bringing the serious boyfriend to meet them sort of shifted me along the path from little sister to just sister. I'll always be the baby, but now it seems they realize that even the baby grows up some time! Anyway, my brothers are wonderful and we had SO much fun this weekend.
4. After 36 years of marriage, my parents are cooler and more in love than ever. It's actually a little disgusting, but hey, after being with the same person nearly 24/7 for that long, you're doing pretty good if "a little disgusting" is the worst thing anyone has to say about you!
5. Old friends are the best friends. Adam, the groom of the weekend, is my oldest brother Chris's best friend and has been for about 18 years now. Hanging out with them (Adam's pretty much my third brother) was a good reminder of how important it is to stay in touch with friends, even if you rarely ever actually see them. It's nice to have someone that knows you, knows your history. You don't have to explain yourself or your reasoning for anything you may do, because an old friend probably already knows exactly what was going through your head when you did that. They know when to laugh at you, when to cry with you, and even when you may need a swift kick in the pants or a "Chin up, old pal." They know what all your flaws are and have had plenty of time to either accept them or learn to ignore them and have no problem telling you when you need to the same yourself. If you're as lucky as I am and have an old friend or two, keep them, love them, appreciate them.
Now go out and find some things to help put the happy in your ness. And if that reference is lost on you, Google Ben Harper "Walk Away." Know it, love it. Be happy.
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