I never thought they would, but the sad truth is weddings make me nostalgic, even downright depressed for the ‘what if’ even when the logical part of me screams that that was blacker then rosy had it come to be. Having said that they terrify me because father time persists in flying when I would rather have him crawl. Sometimes I feel the true measure of success of a women particularly seems to be who she married and how many kids she has managed to have to the exclusion of all else. Sigh, I so don’t feel like writing more