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I’m Getting Married

If that doesn’t sound weird to say I could not even imagine it happening. This morning I had a good chat with a friend about this issue in both of our lives. She was telling me how frustrated she was a woman getting older and “it” never yet happening for her. I also shared some of my frustration, but hope for something promised. It is funny how men and women can feel the same way about something, but never discuss it unless they are in such a safe and comfortable environment. In our discussion, we both proclaimed how much we enjoyed our independence, but longed for something a bit more meaningful. I had just returned from a wedding the previous weekend and was feeling a bit of those wedding blues. “ Always the groomsmen never the groom” is a joke quite common around my house. My mom provides the biggest catalyst to get married. Every time I venture to Deltona, a 20-minute Q & A session follows about when I will get married. I have come to accept this interrogation as apart of growing old and single. To my defense, I am no position to even think about settling down. Right now life is as good as it gets. I understand that I am no spring chicken, but I also know that my time has been set by a hand greater than mine. To be the man that I want to be for my eternal partner, I am still a work in progress. So I am getting married, just not anytime soon.