This weekend, Martha and Chookie were married. Kris and I ended up not going to the wedding, as finances are particularly bad at the moment. I'm saddened that we're missing the celebration, and can't help but wonder if I'm going to regret missing it the way I regret missing B's high school graduation, or my Aunt Mary's wedding, or Jessica's wedding, or just pick one of the many missed events that one is "supposed" to attend, but only later understand just how important that event was.
I don't know. A wedding is so important in one's life. Missing it just doesn't feel right.
Sigh. I'm sure they'll return from the East Coast with some entertaining stories. I'm looking forward to them.