Yesterday I attended the wedding of two good friends of mine, one of whom is my roommate from college at Berkeley. The ceremony took place outdoor at a golf course that is tugged in the beautiful folds of the Napa Valley, in front of an oak tree. It was, in fact, more than a wedding, but rather a reunion of the college friends. The wedding was gorgeous not only because of the lush, verdant setting and the oboe-cello tunes diffusing through the light breeze, it was one that stroke my heart-chord as I was reminiscing the days when we ate, studied, and spent time together on campus. A good number of us came to celebrate Weizhu and Patty's special day with their kids--strollers neatly parked at the back of the ceremony seating, tupperware full of cheerios and fruit, toddlers crawling on the freshly mowed lawn, babies whining for attention. As I was sitting there and watching groom and the bride proceeding to the altar, lighting the unity candle, conducting a tea ceremony to honor and show respect of their parents, a sudden awareness-- one that is magnified by time's indifference seized me, but not with joy and happiness. Seeing my friends remind me of my being single, but to my gratitude and joy, it is the feeling like coming home to be with a family.
Yesterday I attended the wedding of two good friends of mine, one of whom is my roommate from college at Berkeley. The ceremony took place outdoor at a golf course that is tugged in the beautiful folds of the Napa Valley, in front of an oak tree. It was, in fact, more than a wedding, but rather a reunion of the college friends. The wedding was gorgeous not only because of the lush, verdant setting and the oboe-cello tunes diffusing through the light breeze, it was one that stroke my heart-chord as I was reminiscing the days when we ate, studied, and spent time together on campus. A good number of us came to celebrate Weizhu and Patty's special day with their kids--strollers neatly parked at the back of the ceremony seating, tupperware full of cheerios and fruit, toddlers crawling on the freshly mowed lawn, babies whining for attention. As I was sitting there and watching groom and the bride proceeding to the altar, lighting the unity candle, conducting a tea ceremony to honor and show respect of their parents, a sudden awareness-- one that is magnified by time's indifference seized me, but not with joy and happiness. Seeing my friends remind me of my being single, but to my gratitude and joy, it is the feeling like coming home to be with a family.
3 Comments:
M,
I know the feeling of sitting at a wedding and thinking about the same things...being single but having the support of "family." Hope all is well!!
M,
I know the feeling of sitting at a wedding and thinking about the same things...being single but having the support of "family." Hope all is well!!
Wow!
It sounds beautiful and very loving. But I do know that sinking feeling of realizing one's own singlehood :(
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