Diary of a Wom'n

I just came back from Amy's wedding. It was a western wedding with some Hungarian elements such as the dancing and wedding customs. The banquet hall was nothing uncommon but the food was good. Her brother was the MC and he was great. He seems like a good brother.

I thought that being there was going to make me feel out of place, annoyed and far away. I was only a little annoyed. Amy's mother was her usual self - a cold fish with a stone where her heart should be. Glad I don't have to see her often. She was the source of my annoyance. I didn't care for her little princess either: source of annoyance no. 2.

Normally, weddings remind me of things I don't have, a large family, many brothers and sisters, a big  network of friends. Amy's husband's friends were amazing; they all - about 6 of them - flew over here from Hungary to support him and be part of his wedding. How amazing is that?

I think I overcame that usual empty feeling by delighting in the fact that I have reached my own milestones. And remembered the fact that I do have my network of close friends. I don't have a big family but that's okay. Joy doesn't come in numbers, it comes in small packages anyway.

GW