Another high school friend of mine is getting married. Not just a classmate, but a good friend who was part of the lunchtable group from middle school on out. That makes three of us out of eight or so. I think it’s official: that season of life has begun in earnest.
In some ways, it seems like it’s the second time around for the wedding season. That is, of course, only because I watched many of Sydney’s friends go through it first. Within two weeks of our engagement I attended two Sydney’s-friend weddings, and I realized he was actually lagging behind the rest of his group. Sydney? Slow? You betcha. But my friends were astonished that I was getting married, since I was on the early side of things for that group. You have to remember that Sydney and I are six years apart in age.
It makes for an interesting situation every now and then, as when I realized I was mailing off four baby gifts and three wedding presents this past summer (the former to his friends, the latter to my friends). Sometimes I wonder if we’ll always be straddling the waves, of if at some point everyone we know will be at the same spot. I suppose not: that would take all the fun out of life!