I Do, But I Don't
Last month, I went on two very different trips that, looking back, had a lot in common. And it isn't often that a wedding and a swim meet have anything in common, so it seems like I should elaborate. The first trip was to Charleston, SC, to attend the wedding of my cousin's daughter, Becca. While her dad and I are fairly close, the 30-something bride and I never spent much time together or communicated, aside from a few Likes exchanged through the years. This is probably because she is a distant enough relative that I never had to buy her presents, which would've at least (hopefully, though you never can tell) earned me a thank you note once in awhile. Her groom, the love of her life since college, seems like a good guy. The wedding was in the manner of all large weddings today: at a destination, and unaffected by normal limitations on reasonable spending. Today's weddings have proposals which are scripted and captured by video (in the perfect light) ...