"Um, I met somebody in Rome. Uh, he's an American - he's from LA, actually! And his name's Brian McKenzie, and he's just this wonderful, wonderful, amazing man. And well... we started seeing each other. A lot. And we fell in love...... it actually happened, and we've decided to get married- which means, that... I'm engaged. I'm engaged! I'm getting married!"
How many times have you watched Father of the Bride, 15? 20? More? It is still an all time favorite of mine, and if I catch it (even half way through) on TBS, I better just settle in and get ready to watch the whole thing.
Speaking of WEDDINGS! I can barely contain my excitement for this coming weekend. One of my bestest friends is getting "Mawwried" and her first celebration that I can go to is this weekend in Little Rock. Not only have I not seen the ring in person, but I haven't gotten to do the whole squeal jump up and down move, like I've been waiting for since they got engaged last Fall.
A little memory to kick off the weekend-
Though they didn't exactly date when I lived with Marth in college, Grant was quite the household name. I'd wake up to lake night chitter chatter without exactly recognizing who Martha was talking to...but there was always something in her voice, a level of excitement and love, that was always saved for the convos with Grant. All of the girls would lay around the 3rd floor thinking that we could surely plan out our lives, and always wished to be lucky in love- I think Martha knew that she already was lucky in love, and had a bigger test to go through- patience. I don't know why this one specific memory pops in my head right now, but G was dating a girl in Dallas (who might have owned golf courses or something impressive), and I could tell this was weighing on M's mind a lot, as they dated for quite awhile. One night the breakdown happens, and Martha starts in on "I can't compete with that, what do I have to offer....Woe is me". I might have laughed, I might have cried right along...but I know that at that moment I knew that it wasn't the shiny toys that held their love together, there was just something, call it fate, call it whatever you want...just something that made me think they were destined for each other. They just had to live all the days in between until it was the
right time to reunite. The second M moved to Texas for law school, they were pretty much inseparable...and some 10 years after their first relationship began, they are finally celebrating the beginning of a lifetime of togetherness.
I think everyone can toast to that, and I surely will this weekend.
