A wedding to remember

My friend Larry and I have been friends for a long time. It started in middle school when I went to his house for a birthday party. At that time, we weren’t even going to school together but I had mutual friends who were going and I ended up going as well.

Although, we didn’t talk as much in high school, we connected after we went to college at UW-Wood County in Marshfield after graduating from high school. We ended up living together as we both studied, some more than others, at the university.

We both went our separate ways as we attended college on opposite ends of the state. However, after college, we both moved to Marshfield with our significant others and got the opportunity to see each other more.

Larry is one of those people who would show up at my house late at night if I needed help fixing a furnace or my lawn mower. He would also show up late at night asking me to go out to the bar or to head to his house to play cards.

These are the type of friendships that are invaluable as you grow older. So many times as you grow older, people come in and out of your life. It’s an OK thing. Not everyone’s priorities are the same and not everyone is at the same level of adulthood. I admittedly was one of those that probably took a little longer to get to adulthood than others. Honestly, I might even still be working to achieve adult status.

But the ones that always stick around are the easy friendships that are there for you. That’s why it was only fitting that he asked me to stand up in his wedding.

Throughout the weekend, I caught myself seeing people who had come in and out of my life as friends but also saw people like Larry who always stuck around. These were moments of reflection and serenity.

The groomsmen Larry chose did their jobs as we worked through rehearsal dinner, mingled with guests at the reception and then brought the life to the party afterwards.

In a sense, I was jealous, because the day was so perfect that it made me want to relive my wedding that had occurred last September to get that feeling of having a perfect wedding day again.

We danced all night and yes, the groomsmen were the last ones on the dance floor as the DJ had to shut the party down.

The day was a smashing success and the day after, I went over to Larry’s house and talked to him a bit. He seemed to echo that sentiment so my mission as a groomsman was accomplished.

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