Today (technically yesterday), I drove all the way to Cape Cod to see my friend Anne get married. It was fun. Beautiful drive. Lovely ceremony. Fun reception. Also, there were friends there I hadn't expected to see, so it was a little like a reunion.
I know Anne from when I lived in Nannyfield. She's some years older than I am, and we've had our share of Girl Talks about guys and marriage-longings and that stuff. Anne's never been married before either and she's held out a good long time for the right guy, so I think that everyone was just really happy to see that her steadfastness had finally paid off.
People don't always express these things so well, though. It was one thing when the pastor said to her, during the ceremony, "You've waited a long time, Anne." It sort of okay when her brother, who was also officiating, (and who was also her brother) said, "It's been a while!" But by the time the ceremony was over, people were going up to her father, congratulating him, and saying, "Finally!"
Here's a little heads up. I currently have no plans to get married (although, you know, I'm amenable to making such plans, you know, whenever). But if it ever happens? I am the only one who is allowed to say, "Finally!" at my wedding. Okay? You can tell anybody I said so.