Sealing the deal in the Sunshine State

This weekend, my mother, father, sister and I trekked to Florida. I say trekked because there was literally a blizzard. Honestly, I am still in shock that we made it there and back with little to no flight fright or travel trouble.


My cousin, Adam, tied the knot. I still can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was sitting on his lap listening as he read Sesame Street books to me, and now he is a doctor and married. Time flies.


My little sis and I both wore black satin dresses from Lilly Pulitzer. My dress is from the holiday collection in 2006, and hers was somewhat of a limited edition from earlier this year. I think it was only sold in several stores. It's hard to tell from this photo, but it's the classic shift. There are bows above slits at the sides. I had to take multiple photos to capture the evening as it's unlikely the event will repeat itself. (Not a wedding, but my little sis in Lilly.)

The weekend was wonderful for many reasons other than escaping the snowstorm and basking in the glow of 80 degree weather. It was wonderful to be reunited with family that I get to see far less than I would like. I find that family weddings are eye-opening. Watching two people commit to one another really makes you re-evaluate your own life. At the family wedding prior to this one, I was attached. I watched the groom make a speech to the bride, professing his love for her and all of the sudden I thought to myself, What the hell am I doing? Last night, my cousin made a speech to his bride. He told the story of when they met, how he thought she was absolutely stunning and knew within an hour of conversing that she was the one. My smile widened. I can only hope that someday, someone thinks this way about me, says such things about me. I realized then that it is far better to be single, holding out for the right guy, than to be with someone and harboring the same thoughts I felt at that wedding several years ago.

My cousin Jill is getting married next year, and then guess whose next in line?


There I am with my cousin's puppy. A male who lets me hold him = easy to love.

I think that unmarried girls love weddings for the same reason that unmarried boys hate them: because they make you think about your own. Of course, I wondered about my own a bit. What will my dress look like? Who will be next to me, stepping on that glass?

Have I met him yet?

God help me if I have and God help me if I haven't!