I’m not sure you noticed, as you were enjoying time with friends and family, but I did not update the blog in December. I was also enjoying time with friends and family. My December was a blur of settling into a new apartment, Chanukah, birthdays, Christmas, New Years, and old friends coming into town. While I talked about the wedding a great deal, I haven’t written anything about it lately. And now, as it’s the very last day of January, I almost haven’t updated this month either.
So, blog, welcome to 2011. Twenty eleven is the year I get married, which means the answer to “When are you getting married?” is no longer “Next year!”, but, “In a few months!” Yikes.
And so while I’m tempted to share with you our big to-do checklist, that would probably be boring. Instead, I’ll be honest: I am now, finally, excited about getting married. The end of one year and the start of another, no matter how arbitrary the Gregorian calendar may be, invite inevitable self reflection. And this being the year of Yikes the Wedding, my self-reflection has stumbled upon a rather startling fact: I am madly ridiculously in love with another person. People being mysterious things, this is a bit of a gamble, when you think about it. Lindsey and I at best only know each other as well we know ourselves, and who can say how well we know that. And here we go, standing up in front of our family and friends to say that we shall trust that we know ourselves, and perhaps each other, well enough that we promise to spend the rest of our lives together.
It’s old-fashioned to value marriage as an institution (it’s old-fashioned, maybe, to value institutions at all). But we do, and so we are. Also, of course, mad ridiculous love.