DALLAS WEDDING

Five years ago, a good friend of mine asked to borrow my guitar. I said that he could borrow it on one condition – he had to play a few songs for my roommates. So he came over to the townhouse that I shared with two of my college best friends, and played a few songs for us. Not to my surprise, he hit it off with one of my roommates.

My friends continued their relationship as I took time off from school, and moved back home. But I could tell their relationship was something special and that their love was growing. By the time that I moved back to finish my last year of school, my friends had all graduated and moved. We all reunited at my other roommate’s destination wedding (floral button-ups and captains hats were involved), and I knew that they were going to be together for ever.

So after a lot of college fun, graduation, a move to Dallas, multiple promotions, and two pups later, these two celebrated being together for five years by getting married. It was such an honor to witness their love for one another, and hear their self-written vows. My favorite part was when the bride repeated after the celebrant all the way to repeating “Let us pray”. Her laughter afterwords showed how much she was enjoying her wedding day.

Their venue was beautiful. It was nestled in the suburbs of Highland Village, TX and featured a chapel and reception space. From the clear chiavari chairs, to the beautiful in-house chandeliers, to the delicately arranged floral arrangements, I can tell why these two fell in love with the venue. And as someone who works in events daily, I noticed so many features to the venue that were not only aesthetically pleasing, but also functional for the operations side.

Beyond watching this couple take the next step into their lives together as one, I got to see several of our other friends, whom I hadn’t seen since that first wedding. It had been more than TWO YEARS. That was definitely two years too long. We went out to some random bars, reminisced about our college adventures, and ultimately went to bed early because that’s what happens when you’ve passed the age of a quarter of a century.

EVERYTHING IS RELATIVE

People are constantly saying that your 20s are for “finding yourself”. We typically start our 20s while in college, have our first legal drinks at 21, fall in and out of friendships and relationships, pick up and quit hobbies, and soon enough we’re a quarter of a century old.

In the first 3 and a half years of my 20s, I was in a serious, long-distance relationship with someone who I believed to be the love of my life. He was younger than me, though not by much. As I watched my classmates get engaged, married, and start to have kids, I knew that I was ready for the serious decisions in life. He was not. As time progressed and he made less-than-serious decisions, we went our separate ways.  Maybe one day I’ll tell my story in another post, but today is not that day.

I realized soon enough that time is relative. Healing is relative. It may take 1 week, 3 months, or 1 year for someone to tell you that they love you. And it may take 1 week, 3 months, or 1 year for a broken heart to heal. A broken heart may never completely heal, because we’re human and we’re flawed. But it’s how we strengthen ourselves after the broken heart that really matters and eventually that defines who we are.

I’m not completely sure what this blog will be about yet. I’ve heard sometimes it just comes to you as you go. For now, I’m going to use it as an outlet. I might talk about my job, traveling, my family, falling in and out of more friendships and relationships, and those hobbies that I decide to pick up. Speaking of hobbies, there are a few links that you can find in the menu above or on the right under “MY SITES”. Feel free to explore!

XO – MC