Casually flipping through the mail on a recent August afternoon, I came across a shiny, crisply folded envelope. The color was a muted green, and an ornate monogram graced the seal. I flipped the delicate envelope over and saw my name written in calligraphy with that unforgettable phrase “and guest” inscribed below.
I knew what it was before opening it: another wedding invitation.
It’s no surprise that these invites have overtaken my mailbox. I’m in my 20s, and with a large circle of friends who have recently completed their undergraduate degrees, the natural flow of life dictates that a fair share of nuptials will fill my social calendar over the next few years.
I love weddings and I always have, but I fear that just as this pile of invitations grows, so will my level of frustration.
I thought I would be the one sending the invites at this time in my life, obsessing over color palettes, flower arrangements and cake flavors. Instead, I’m on the receiving end, wondering if I should take another understanding girlfriend as my “plus one” instead of risking a few awkward minutes on the dance floor when the DJ plays a slow song.
I’ve decided to attend my final five weddings of the year alone. My family or college friends will of course be present at these events, but I’m consciously deciding to forgo my opportunity to bring a date.
It takes a great deal of confidence to RSVP just one, but the other day, when I slid the return envelope into the mailbox, I was reminded that a date, a boyfriend, a fiancé or a spouse cannot define me, complete me or fulfill me. There’s only one who knows the desires of my heart, and He promises to meet every single one.
- In a recent CatholicMatch poll, 70 percent of respondents said they’d be flying solo to weddings this year. The second most common plan, with 14 percent, was to bring a friend.