One of the things I rarely think about is marriage. But I've been sitting at the computer for the last few hours helping a friend with her wedding program. She's getting married tomorrow.
I think when my Dad passed away, one of my biggest sorrows was knowing he would never see the grandchildren he so wanted. Although I'm not an only child, I am my father's only child. Blood of his blood. He loved his other grandchildren given to him by his stepsons. He spoiled them, ate their vegetables so they wouldn't get in trouble, and snuck them cookies when their mom's weren't looking. But he waited for the day when he could hold my child in his arms.
So knowing that my kids would never personally know their grandfather, along with the knowledge that my Dad would never meet my husband, those were tough things to swallow for me.
I'd have to say, I've not ever really given marriage a lot of thought. My mind was always busy elsewhere. Planning, doing, thinking. To be honest it is much the same now. I would like to be married, I always wanted a whole bunch of kids, but....well, I'm neither.
But every once in a while, I do think about it. And I wonder if I'll ever know what it is like.
