This year has been remarkable for a number of reasons, but one of those is the number of weddings I’m getting Facebook notifications of. Everyone back in Australia seems to be tying the knot. Honestly, I’ll be surprised if there is any string left.
Also, just as I started writing this, The Wedding Song from The Corpse Bride came on Spotify. Coincidence? I think not!
Weddings are a funny ol’ business. In western society, they have been a convenient business transaction (why pay for that daughter, when you can get some other schmo to do it?). They spoke of ownership. They sometimes still do. These days, when I really hope the people in my friend group aren’t being sold by their parents, wendings are supposed to be a declaration of love. This is, unfortunately, not always the case (if we are to judge by divorce rates).
Through most of my young and adult life, I’ve found marriage and weddings to be incredibly flawed. My parents are divorced (though that’s a very good thing for both of them), marriage seems to breed complacency, and the lacklustre appearance of many married relationships left me wondering for years if there were any relationships I envied. That’s just marriages. Weddings…
For a long time, weddings invariably spoke to me of people’s need to grandstand, tick a box, or move on to the next thing they were “supposed to do” in their life. So many people I came across at different points clearly wanted a wedding, but the marriage wasn’t important. They wanted the show and the party, but they weren’t too fussed about who came along for the ride. It’s scary how a perfectly lovely person can transform into a Bride- or Groom-zilla.
And yet…
There is something so wonderful about loving someone enough that you want to at least try to spend the rest of your life with them. To want to contribute to their life and happiness. To know they want to do the same for you.
How wonderful to have hope. Things won’t be Disney and roses. You’ll probably scream at each other over who finished the ice cream, where the remote control is, or whether Love Actually is a good film. You’ll hate the way the fold sweaters instead of hanging them up, and they’ll hate the way you blow your nose in the shower. Most people are aware of the dangers ahead, but they take the plunge anyway. They hope.
How wonderful.
A few years ago I would have seen the wedding photos and dispaired at the state of modern romance. I was an early cynic, obviously. Now, seeing these people so happy, I feel happy for them. I don’t know if I will get married. I don’t know if I will want to get married. I do want to hope. I’m so glad they have that.
To all the lovely people I know who have recently gotten married, congratulations. I wish you all the best. Please keep your hope.