I went to another wedding this weekend for a girl (codename: The Other One) that I’ve known since middle school. It was a wonderful wedding and I had a lot of fun. I’m beginning to think that my favorite part of weddings is not the dresses or the reception but watching the groom as he sees his bride for the first time all dressed up during the actual wedding ceremony. That look is almost indescribable.  It’s like sheer joy rolled into extreme happiness with a healthy dose of excitement and a heaping spoonful of wonder. I think that a lot of times, it can be hard to see love or to describe it but that look is love in its most undiluted form.

I was in a wedding the weekend before for one of my best friends in the whole world (I have yet to write about that trip, which was amazing btw). I was the Maid of Honor and it was absolutely amazing to watch how much my friend’s new husband loves my friend. That look says everything.  To be able to see that kind of unabashed love is so awesome.

I’m quite convinced that one can’t fake a look like that.

In other news, it hit me in a big way that the Architect’s and my wedding is only a bit less than six weeks away. In exactly six weeks, we will already be on the second day of our honeymoon