When I married your cousin at the ripe old age of 18, you weren’t allowed to attend. Your parents feared that we (irresponsible teenagers that we were) would set a terrible example for you and drive you to repeat the same mistakes. I’m delighted, on this occasion of your wedding, at the ripe old age of far-beyond-eighteen that you elected not to follow in our footsteps. Since this year, ironically, marks our 20th wedding anniversary I wish only this: that you follow our example in having a long, loving marriage.
I’ve grown to understand your parents’ point of view, as now I have a 19-year-old of my own.
I want make sure that you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we’re not coming to your wedding (in Memphis!) because we failed to budget, in time and in dollars, for three long-distance family trips this year. Mark and I are going to Hawaii, to have the honeymoon we didn’t have when we got married, and we’ll travel to the Midwest to be with family for Christmas this year. That’s it. It’s tough to live on the east coast, so far away from the people you love.
We will be with you in spirit! We love you and hope your wedding day is everything you’ve dreamed.
As an old married lady, I want to impart the advice my next-door-neighbor, an old married lady, gave me in the days before my wedding. She said, “One day, you’ll be sitting on the couch watching TV and you’ll look over and catch him picking his nose. You’ll think, ‘Ugh. What have I done?’ Just remember, you will come to love him even through times like these.”
She was right.