Catching the Bouquet
Secret confession time: I hate the bouquet toss at wedding receptions. As a still single twenty-something, it gets more and more obvious as I attend more wedding receptions for friends, relatives, neighbors and the occasional mission buddy that the bouquet toss exists solely to rub in the fact that you are still single.
Screw tradition. That is not what this is all about. Does it really work that the person who catches the bouquet or garter is suddenly going to be the next person to get married? Is there a magic marriage fairy that comes and hits you with a pretty stick while you are sleeping after catching said bouquet to get all the boys to want to date you after this life changing event happens? Apparently so, because we girls, who are normally calm and refined turn into a cage full of starving tigers chasing the one piece of meat that was thrown into the cage to feed us for the next week.
I only bring this up because yesterday my brother got married. The temple ceremony was lovely, their luncheon and reception were wonderful, and I somehow braved all the comments about me being single. Don't worry guys, I want to date and get married just as much as you apparently want me to. It just isn't happening in my life. I am not asking you at funerals if you are going to be next, so please stop asking me the same question at weddings. (too tactless? my apologies. but seriously, butt out.)
But I digress.
They made us all line up to catch this bouquet. Like I mentioned before, I had survived the day of comments about my single-hood relatively well. Until that moment. That blatant slap in the face at my singleness.
At every other bouquet toss I have been content to stand in the back and hide from both the bouquet and the photos being taken of the event. I didn't want yet another moment of my single life documented.
But something in me snapped last night. I KNEW that I had to catch that bouquet. I was no longer going to sit by and let some five year old catch the bouquet and "beat me to the altar".
No siree.
And so I did. I DOMINATED, ladies and gentlemen. I don't know how or why or what within me possessed me to do such a thing, but I did.
And you know what, it felt good.
Screw tradition. That is not what this is all about. Does it really work that the person who catches the bouquet or garter is suddenly going to be the next person to get married? Is there a magic marriage fairy that comes and hits you with a pretty stick while you are sleeping after catching said bouquet to get all the boys to want to date you after this life changing event happens? Apparently so, because we girls, who are normally calm and refined turn into a cage full of starving tigers chasing the one piece of meat that was thrown into the cage to feed us for the next week.
I only bring this up because yesterday my brother got married. The temple ceremony was lovely, their luncheon and reception were wonderful, and I somehow braved all the comments about me being single. Don't worry guys, I want to date and get married just as much as you apparently want me to. It just isn't happening in my life. I am not asking you at funerals if you are going to be next, so please stop asking me the same question at weddings. (too tactless? my apologies. but seriously, butt out.)
But I digress.
They made us all line up to catch this bouquet. Like I mentioned before, I had survived the day of comments about my single-hood relatively well. Until that moment. That blatant slap in the face at my singleness.
At every other bouquet toss I have been content to stand in the back and hide from both the bouquet and the photos being taken of the event. I didn't want yet another moment of my single life documented.
But something in me snapped last night. I KNEW that I had to catch that bouquet. I was no longer going to sit by and let some five year old catch the bouquet and "beat me to the altar".
No siree.
And so I did. I DOMINATED, ladies and gentlemen. I don't know how or why or what within me possessed me to do such a thing, but I did.
And you know what, it felt good.
Woot woot! Go Megan! ;)
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