I’ve been to more weddings in the last month than I normally go to in a year – and the suit I bought a few months ago is getting more uses than any other suit than I’ve ever had. I’ve learnt to tie a bow tie, I’ve waltzed and I’ve met kooky uncles and aunties, which surely are a necessity for any successful wedding.
Here’s the video I used to teach me how to tie a bow tie. Thanks Lucky and Dave.
On the way to the wedding I went to yesterday, I realised I didn’t have a card and so ducked into a shop in Northpoint Plaza to grab one. I couldn’t see any wedding cards, so I just picked a plain one, with two goldfish on it. Why did I choose that one? It was the only card with two of something on it.
Later in the day (when I was supposed to be drafting a post for here) I instead spent some of the time before the reception penning a few words for inside the card. I figured that seeing as though the present they were getting was pretty lame, I should at least make an effort over the words.
So because I didn’t get to write my post about what I wanted to, I’ll instead post the message I wrote in their wedding card.
There’s an urban myth the goldfish have no memories, that once they swim around their bowl a couple of times they forget what they were doing, and also why they were doing it.
But this isn’t true, it’s just a story told by pet store owners so people wouldn’t feel guilty about cruelly keeping goldfish in tiny glass bowls.
There’s also a myth that love fades over time, that after a couple of years the spark disappears and all that is left is the rigid monotony of day-to-day living.
But this isn’t true either, it’s just a lie told by people who don’t understand love, who confuse it with lust and who fail to realise that everything changes.
Because everything does – you, me, us, them. Love. We all change and grow as certainly as time passes.
And so the beauty of marriage, and love, is that two people choose to change and grow together, with the surety that the longer they live in love, the stronger that love will grow.
A little sappy I suppose. I don’t think I have much of a career in writing wedding card inlays. It might also be a little bit hypocritical too, because I think I’m the last person who should by writing about what love or marriage is or isn’t.
I’ve felt love, certainly, but been ‘in love’? I don’t think so. I’ve never said “I love you” to a significant other. There have been two occasions where I almost did. On the first occasion my girlfriend at the time thought that I was mouthing “I love you,” as we drove along in the back of a 4WD somewhere up near Coffs Harbour. But in reality I was mouthing “my left shoe” which looks quite similar.
The second time was when I was living in London and my girlfriend and I at the time were in the midst of naked bedroom dancing when I suddenly felt the urge to say those three little words. But I didn’t. I held myself back. Goodness knows why. I think perhaps I’m saving myself for marriage.