A weadding of obstacles
At some point, most of your friends start to construct their grown-up lives. And, I’ve reached the stage where weddings are at very least a yearly affair.
There is nothing (though I’m sure my view will change when I have children) quite so beautiful as watching two people whom you have come to love join their lives together. No matter how many times you say “I’m not going to cry,” during such an event, it is never the truth.