Over Half My Friends are Significant Others

Well, the wedding is over. Deep breath.

I easily spent half of my summer working on crafts and support from my friend’s wedding and now that it’s done I feel more than exhaustion, I feel relief. My time is my own again! And while I still have a ton of her photos to edit and a ridiculous amount of my own things to in the next few weeks, I definitely can relax a bit now knowing I didn’t let her down. My maid of honor speech went well thanks to my shamelessly using the quilt I made them as a prop and the paper flower decorations we made were an epic hit. My parents and my brother and I were the first people out on the dance floor when they asked for people to join them and very few people got lost with all the signs and balloons we put up on the way to the venue. The breakfast food was perfection and the spice cake with chai frosting was amazing and the drizzly day was the perfect backdrop for their fall mountain wedding. The pictures are fantastic.

But as smoothly as everything went that isn’t to say that we weren’t stressed. For the rehearsal, three members of the bridal party either didn’t show or came very late and the florists got so lost they didn’t arrive until we were all about to leave. With ten minutes before the wedding I attached some mesh to a headband to make a veil, did my hair and set up the video camera for my brother to film. Things were nuts at points, but I honestly don’t think it could have gone any better.

As I sit here now I can’t help but think of how many of my friends are now the plural, We. Even not counting the weddings, many of my friends have recently moved in with their significant others and as I update my address book it’s more than halfway full of serious relationships.

It makes sense, I turn 26 in a few weeks, my friends should be settling down. There is no friendship that can compare to the one that is there for you at any time and above all others. But at the same time my good friend who has been dating her boyfriend for 6 years just got broken up with out of the blue. She actually thought he was going to propose and instead can’t talk to him anymore. So brutal.

We’re still young so I’m not worried about my unattached half of friends, but I think we’ve officially reached the age where being single or unseriously attached is the minority. I think it’s a good thing, and I didn’t even cry once at my friend’s wedding yesterday, but even as I saw how happy she was dancing with her now husband, I knew that for now I’m happy with being a great friend and not a significant other.