And because I'm now part of the wedding, I'm attending tonight's dress rehearsal.
I'm anxious. And not the antsy I-can't-wait type of excitement. It's more the I'm-actually-attending-this-alone kind of dread. For it's one thing to be comfortable with solitude and a whole 'nother to be comfortable being alone in a celebration of union. That's a level of strength and security I've yet to touch without feeling some tiny pang in my heart.
The reading another girl and I will do at tomorrow's ceremony will be the lyrics to Michael Bublé's "Everything." At first I thought I'd gag through it. But sitting here, listening to the song once again, I think it's going to take a lot to look out into the crowd, turn to the happy couple and not burst into tears.