|When you say "I do", make it count.|
I can’t say I’ve attended to a lot of weddings: from the ones I can remember, I’ll tell you I’ve been to three…but there’s something about them that leaves me wistful, wishful for more. However, I’ve come to conclude that the real beauty in the weddings doesn’t come in the form of long, flawless dresses, playful banter, food galore, or diamond rings. Nah…for me, the real sign of a wedding is a name.
Name. Last name. The bride’s. It’s the fact that the girl has to trade her name, a representation of herself and the person she’s become, a symbol for the ones who love her, a definition of togetherness, for one so foreign, so different…so not hers.
I know many actors, actresses, neighbors…and the future bride to be Kate Middleton, won’t change their last names. Even I shudder at the thought of leaving behind a part of my dad. But…I think that’s a sign of love and moving on. To me, if you’re not strong enough to trust your significant other, leave behind an identity, and move on to a new life…well, sorry but you’re not ready for marriage.
Cohabitation these days is just as common as picking your nose. So what exactly is the point of “tying the knot” if you’re just going to go back to the old days, with not a single, tiny change in your mind set, in your way of life? Nothing, really.
Just my opinion: what do you think?