I'm just going to come out and say it: marriage freaks me out. Even as a self-proclaimed romantic, I can't begin to fathom what it's like to be so sure about spending (and sharing) the rest of your life with another. I imagine it'd be something like this..?
Even so, I'm confident the truest and deepest kind of love--one that perhaps I have yet to experience--has the power to bring about this certainty of commitment. I've seen it. Behold, photographic evidence from my beautiful friend's beautiful wedding:
Pure love... in her mother's eyes, in their embrace during the first dance, in the thoughtful words of the maid of honor (my old roommate)'s speech. I felt so privileged to share in such a happy, monumental evening (and with the perfect date, too).