I promised Michael I'd write a post about Robyn's wedding. So here goes.
A lot of people don't know this about me, but I'm an extremely lucky girl; I have two families. When I studied abroad in London in college, I shared a flat with a couple of Brits and a few Americans, two of whom would become some of my closest friends (Jenica and Shaum). I ended up moving to LA over five years ago to work for Jenica's father and the Gerber family immediately took me in as one of their own. Jenica's cousin, who has become an older sister figure to me, got married at a beautiful sunset ceremony on Sunday.
I haven't been to a ton of weddings in my day, but there is a distinct difference between a friend's wedding and that of a family member. And I have to admit, this one was the best of both. I got to enjoy everything about the day without having to deal with all the family dynamics, but I truly felt like I was at home. We were the first to get there, one of the last to leave, and I danced around all night (I mean, the groom's mother had me lead the conga line - I was a hit).
It is always such a wonderful occasion to celebrate two people finding each other. It gives us single girls hope, but it also makes me think. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason, but the older I get and the more people I know, I start to wonder if there is one person out there for all of us. Or if there are indeed many. Sometimes it amazes me how perfect two people can be for each other, and how once they meet it all just falls into place. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure I could be happy with a life with any number of men.
Robyn was one of the most beautiful brides I've ever seen. She's tall, graceful and mature on an ordinary day. Add to that a custom-made gown and the glow of marriage, and you have one gorgeous bride. Plus she's nine years older than me, so she's that much more mature.
One thing I've realized lately is that in an ideal world, we really do spend our twenties growing up. It's amazing how different I feel, look and act now than when I was twenty-five. Heck, I'm not the same girl I was six months ago. It's taken a lot of hard work and reflection but I'm learning how to be a better version of myself every day. While I'm not always thrilled to live the crazy life of a single girl, part of me is glad that I have had all this time to myself and that I didn't meet someone amazing when I wasn't the best version of myself. Life is one big learning experience, so I'll never stop growing and maturing (hopefully), but I'm terribly grateful that I've had the experiences in my life (good and bad) that have led me to who I am now.