Another one bites the dust

I went to a friends' wedding on Saturday. It was beautiful. However, if I don't go to another wedding for a couple years, that'd be okay, too. I have 4 weddings this year. 2 down, 2 to go. And one of those is my brother's. And I'm in that one. That'll make 6 weddings I've been in. So why don't I like weddings? No, it's not that I don't like weddings. I'm really happy for my friends. But when is it going to be my turn? Will the time come when they're happy for me? I think that's the real problem. After this past weekend, I can now say that I'm the only one of my college friends that isn't married. God, will it ever by my turn? If not, do you think you could take this desire from me?

In a much happier train of thought...I love my friends. Well, I love all of my friends, but in particular my college friends. I love having people that I'm so comfortable with that we can just sit and enjoy each other's company and not say anything. Or we can not see each other for two months and pick up like we never left off, talking till 1 in the morning. Four of my college friends came out for the wedding on Saturday. It was so nice to see them all again, in one place, all together. I've known them now for seven years. That's a milestone for me. Actually, anything over four years is a milestone. My whole life I've never known what it's like to have close friends with years of shared history. Thanks to the Air Force, I moved every three years. Friendships are hard to keep up when you're an ocean away. But now I've had these friends for seven years. SEVEN! It may not go back to 3rd grade, but for me, who's never had friends longer than 3 years, it's incredible. They're the ones that confronted me and broke through my defense mechanisms of keeping people at arms length and showed me what real friendship and love is about. What it means to have friends that are family. They've seen me at my best, and they've seen me at my absolute worst. And, go figure, they still love me! Pretty cool.