Weddings!!

-sings like a giddy school girl- Wedding, Wedding Weddingg!! I forgot about the wedding. With all the other crazy antics going on my life I totally forgot about my first cousins wedding this Monday night. Weird night to have a wedding but she is in the service and wont be home until this weekend. Danny has been in Japan doing I guess Japanese duties, really he is in sales and they boot him around the world all the time. Nice job!
Cady is about to be released from service (or may have been already) so they planned the minute she is out they would do their vows and get it over with. Right on! They are both much older that I am and have their lives on track and set to go. That doesn’t mean everything will always be rosy for the two of them. No head games or fickleness between the two, which I admire. He wants to go all out, she wants to be modest. He wants to show the whole world who he is getting married to she wants a simple ceremony. I’m with him on that market, give her anything and everything she wants, hand her the world-then and tomorrow.
Its in our make up of who we are. (Ok now, I’m getting deep but I’ve been sitting on a lawnmower for four hours)
When you are born you are dependant on your parents right? To bring you up, show you manners, an education, well, its not the law but a good game plan on their part. You grow and learn and develop something or someone that is you. Your make up, something that defines you in life, every little of Life’s encounters help you in that development. The bully down the street, the guys on the ball team, the tree house you make with you dad, the pillow fights you have with your brothers. The funerals, weddings, birthdays, skate parties, the list goes on and on. Everything, Everything!! in your surroundings are your makeup, your being what you do with them is your choice.
High school the steaks are a little higher, an easy wrong move and your whole life has changed. Now Life’s lessons are a bit tougher, choices are harder. You can be the punk or jerk or asshole, a pushover or a geek or a jock. At times I think I hit everyone of them, but they “made” me the guy I am today. Do we want to do drugs or drink or go out every night and party, maybe be with all the girls and blow them off, maybe we want to be that baseball star or God forbid, crack a book open.
College hits us and of course Life is right there knocking it up a notch or two just to make that ride a little more bumpy. What are you going to be? Will you study? Will you drop out? Bills and more bills and responsibilities are swirling around you now like a psychedelic cyclone while you walk on a tight rope hoping not to fall off. If you are the parent you hold your breath and watch them fly.
Relationships hit a new high, they are deeper more meaningful less of a cute fling but hard cold feelings that can make you feel like you need to throw up, or stand in the rain and shout to the world in joy. They also can be pretty freaking scary, “Its in the plan man” who wants to hook up and not feel anything? Boring.
The job world, hopefully you picked the one you always wanted. Now when I was little I didn’t sit back and say “yeah, when I grow up I want to be a lawn boy” especially after an afternoon of weeding in my grandparents garden. It just happens.
Then that one person “the one” comes along, you don’t see it, you don’t expect it, “bam” right in you lap per se. Ah the euphoria and joy and newness of it all!! You wake up in the morning and it’s the first you think of, at night you slide into bed and they are the last. You cant have enough of them and when they are away there is such an emptiness in your whole being. You miss the giggles and laugher and ---- the arguments. We all got to have them, its in our make up but more so in that we find a way to learn and love. This is one thing my PG would always say to me “Mark, love always, always love, no matter how angry or bitter you are over the fight. Think about the love you have for that one person, because really the anger you have, is the fear of losing that love”. I’ve listened and I believe in my grandpa….because “Its in my makeup”.