My *little* step-brother is getting married today. Little, much younger, you know same thing.

That said, I do recall— in fact I do recall MATT recalling for me at Christmas that I told my lovely step-siblings at Gma’s funeral brunch (shortly after Mark and I broke up) that if either of them married before me…well…let’s just say that wasn’t gonna happen.

SURPRISE!

At this point in time, I’ve been bypassed. Nearly everyone “my age” found someone to couple off and have a family with…those who haven’t are either divorced from their first marriage, not really caring about finding the one…or out there dating like myself. But I find the people like me are few and far between. My younger siblings generation are the ones getting married and having babies.  And, despite what I want to believe…they aren’t too young.

The generation after me…

In retrospect, I didn’t even FIND myself in a relationship where I REALLY wanted these things until Mark. (Otherwise known as in my 30’s.) I missed out on that prime time of crazy coupling in my 20’s that could have led to marriage…

I only find myself wistful because, I…thought, wrongfully thought that I too found that relationship only to realize I was wrong.

Woefully wrong.

Instead I’m happily dating and taking one day at a time. One of these days I’m gonna run out of time (at least on the baby end) but for now, life is good.

Now where’s that flask again? I’m gonna need it…the reception is at the church.