I promise you…every time I look up, someone I know is either engaged, pregnant or having a shotgun wedding. It’s like cuffing season on steroids.
I keep having to remind myself that I’m actually at that age where you’re expected to get married and have kids. Two years ago, five of my first cousins got married — yes, five — and all of them were in their early to mid twenties. Another one just got married last month and one recently got engaged.
So since practically my entire cohort of cousins is now bound by holy matrimony while my ring finger has yet to get a tan line, people — namely, my marriage-crazed family — are beginning to wonder when my big moment is going to arrive. Their guess is just as good as mine.
Don’t get me wrong; I’d love to be married one day, but it honestly has to be to the right person. It’s easy to look at other people and say, “I wish I was getting married.” I know this because I sometimes have a tendency to utter these very words when I scroll through all the overly happy, super-cute engagement/wedding/honeymoon photos on my Instagram and Facebook news feeds. Don’t judge me.
But seriously, as beautiful as marriage is, it’s so much more than just a (two-carat solitaire) diamond ring, an elaborate wedding ceremony and some bomb wedding and honeymoon photos to upload to every social media outlet available. It’s constant work that involves a lot of sacrificing and compromising on both parts (or so I’ve heard). Doing all of that takes a lot of individual strength, a strength that can only come from God.
So before I decide to settle down and spend the rest of my life learning how to deal with another person, I just need God to do a little more work on me…He knows I can be a handful sometimes. 😉