On consecutive weekends I watched two couples get married. First, in Iowa City, I played the witness for Helen and Lindi of Clover + Lace in a magistrate’s office. Then, I was the maid of honor as my oldest friend got married in the Hudson Valley. I know everyone is supposed to cry at weddings, and all that jazz, but I really thought that it wouldn’t get to me. I was truly surprised by how emotional I was during both occasions, enough so as to trigger a little introspection on the subject of marriage and my knee-jerk feelings towards it.
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