It’s never more evident than during the holidays that we are growing up. Christmas cards formerly addressed to one person are now sent to "Mr. and Mrs. ", remembering your friend’s live-in boyfriend (or fiancee’s) name is always a stretch, especially if they live out of state, and even the "regrets" for your annual holiday party all share a common theme: In-laws.
Yes, my friends, we’re THAT age. Husbands, wives, and babies have been very popular additions in 2004, and while with them comes much joy and excitement, it also causes a twinge of melancholy in us singletons. Because it’s never more evident than in an Evite that THEY have moved on, but apparently, YOU haven’t.
Which isn’t always bad…I’m in no rush down the alter. And yet the Holidays are one time during the year that I like things to remain the same. I anticipate the Christmas decorations that my Mom so festively adorns the house with, I know what I’ll be doing (and eating!) on Christmas Eve, and that familiarity brings comfort even in the midst of the turbulation that is my life. So it’s no wonder that my excitement to add others to our little ‘family of friends’ also makes me feel a bit like a kid who wasn’t invited to the hottest party of the year – in-law & bambino-free, am I missing the proverbial love boat?
"Your time will come," my friend said. Another friend, in email today, said "Enjoy being single" right after she asked if I had a man, or men!, in my life. (A question I get quite regularly these days.) And, honey, trust me, I AM enjoying it. And yet despite knowing better, despite enjoying being me exactly where and who I am today, I still can’t help but wish that this year, *I* had someone to introduce to my friends at the party, wishing that I had a somewhat permanent "and guest."
Silly, I know, but true.