I need to preface this post by saying that I am not a romantic. Maybe I lack a lady chromosome or maybe it’s part of my job description as a self-identified hipster but the whole chocolate and flowers game has always sent me into scoff-induced seizures. I think its the elusive combination of trying too hard whilst simultaneously appearing forced and inauthentic that just…gets me every time.

I’m saying this because I want you to understand how truly shocked I was this week when not one but two weddings left me feeling genuinely moved (and dare I say a little misty blubbering like a babe).

The first was the wedding of my dearest friend Meg, who you may recognize from her guest posts on the blog.

This wedding was lovely in so many ways but I’ll summarize by saying that it was perfect because it was perfectly them. An afternoon picnic. Games & crafts.

A diverse group of guests.

Sickeningly sweet and wholesome (and obviously super nerdy). I loved every minute of it.

The next wedding I attended was for my sisters good friends Nico and Max. A 1920s theme kept things light and fun, and again suited their personalities to a T.

The bridesmaids stole the show (my sister especially on the far right 😉 )

But the groomsmen weren’t half bad either. Love a gentleman in suspenders.

And once again I was left with a case of the warm fuzzies. Not because of the “romance” per se but because I value all paths to happiness, even the more shall we say traditional ones and I cant even express how inspired I feel when I see my friends out there pursuing the lives they want in a way that’s all their own. Personally, professionally, in any other way they choose.

These weddings were full of pure, unadulterated love without stress or convention. And I’m so grateful to have been a part of them.

How do you feel about your friends getting married? Are you a sucker or a skeptic?