For Now, A Wedding Guest

I am sitting at a computer in hotel's business center in New Canaan, Connecticut. My parents, Dan, and I drove up 1-95 last night for a friend's wedding later on today. I really can't wait for the festivities. For a lot of reasons. I lived down the street from the groom growing up--he and his brothers and sister were such an integral part of childhood. Going to a wedding of a friend who you'd play kickball with and roller bladed in the neighborhood streets has a special sense of nostalgia. Plus, I always love an opportunity to wear my favorite knee-length, flowy, turquoise dress with silver rhinestones embroidered on the straps...and matching blue shoes and a shiny silver hand bag. But also, as I've ventured into this crazy wedding planning process, I've gained appreciation for what really goes into making such an affair come to life. It reminds me of an article on music I wrote for work: One of the world's most beloved composers, Beethoven, was deaf when he wrote Sympathy No. 9. To enjoy this musical selection, a listener does not have to know that Beethoven couldn't actually hear the notes he was writing. But if you know the whole story and have a better glimpse of the process, you may enjoy the music just a bit more. The end result may be a bit sweeter.