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I went to a wedding today; my cousin Mazie and her man Randy hooked it up for life. I like weddings, mostly because I know the hell of putting together a good event. Most of my grown life I’ve put together event after event after event. It just doesn’t stop, but truthfully, nothing makes me happier than seeing an event come together like that.

Seeing family is probably my favorite thing about weddings; people get older, kids become grown ups, and my peers all are more concerned about their kids getting some shut eye so they can get back to their drank. But I love it anyways. I do hate, however, those pithy remarks from Aunties and Uncles, usually Aunties, “Oh you’re so fat now.” *sigh* I guess it’s a Filipino trait: kindly tell the truth. But HIT ‘EM WITH THE TRUTH IN THE GUT. Even though you don’t mean to be mean. You’re just sayin’.

Cary and I are approaching our 5th year of wedded bliss *eye roll*. Just kidding. It’s certainly been a learning process for the both of us. We are now parents learning how to adjust to thinking, acting, and sleeping differently.

I’m going to leave off remembering the day we got married, five years ago. It was exhausting, and a deliciously exhausting day at that. I feel like it was just yesterday, the smiling faces, the singing of songs (we made the tables sing songs), and the laughter. That was my favorite part. Just laughing the day away with my love, my family, and my friends. Wish you were there.

Char