“Just write a little note with words of advice on marriage, drop it in, and we’ll compile them all into a little booklet for Lindsay and John,” the wedding shower hosts instructed, gesturing toward a pad of paper and small box with a slot in its top.
I couldn’t stifle my laughter because, honestly, what do I know? Me, the girl who can’t remember far enough back to picture her parents together, who has never had a substantial romantic relationship, who sees herself in a wedding gown only in a mirage.
As the shower passed, I watched Lindsay interact with her mom, whom an outsider would no doubt assume to be her sister, her bridesmaids, her family and friends, and her fiance, John. As the last guest to leave, I knew I couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer; I reached for the pen.
After some self-deprecation, albeit tenable truth, I gave Lindsay what little advice I could. Something like this.
I don’t know much about marriage or relationships, but I think, I hope, that love and friendship are the very real base of those seemingly storybook things. If that’s the case, I can think of no two more ready for marriage than you and John. I see the way you have dedicated your hearts to each other. I know you’ve been surrounded by and practiced in love your whole life and I know first-hand how wonderful a friend you are. You have all the wisdom you need! So be you, stay true, and, oh right… something blue.