Family

I just got back from a big family wedding in Texas. These weddings are become more and more common, with one popping up about every six months. This one was between my second cousin and her boyfriend of more than six years.

The event was, of course, beautiful. Both families reached new peaks of culture and taste during the rehearsal dinner and the wedding and its reception. It was a mix of Texan high society and Latin vivaciousness. That really is the only way I can describe it.

But I got stuck on the toasts. It is a tradition in my family to give so many toasts during the rehearsal dinner that the point of the whole thing is lost. But this time was very different. There were only a few toasts and the Groom's toast was so moving that it literally ended the sequence.

Somewhere between that and the end of the evening, I was struck by the overwhelming love that my family has for each other. And, as I tend to do, I started thinking too much. The topic of the evening was weddings; specifically mine. Not that I plan on getting married. That would require a great deal of complicated arrangements. But, I can see myself in some sort of less official ceremony with at least some of my extended family present.

And, it struck me that despite my jokes and disdain for publicity, I might really like that. And even more surprising, for me anyway, was that I think my family would too. Or at least the greater majority would not miss such an event just because of my sexual preference. I know this really should not have surprised me as much as it did. My extended family has always been accepting of me, even if they don't bring it up.

I think I owe them all an apology. For underestimating them.
All my love

Lyrinoir