Let me tell you about an event on Saturday 30 July. It was actually nothing really big, but I just want to write it down while I remember that feeling.
That evening, I attended a Mass at my church, St. Fransiskus Xaverius Kidulloji. It was not an ordinary weekly Mass; it was my parents' wedding vow renewal. After the priest's homily, my parents, along with seven other couples, stood together in front of the altar and pronounced the vow they had ever said on their own weddings. More or less, it went like this:
"I, (name), take you, (spouse's name), as my husband/wife, to have and to hold, in good and bad times, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life."
While some laughed and thought it was not that necessary (since it wasn't the "real" wedding), I felt the other way around. Watching the couples rejoined together and listening to their vows, I secretly cried. I felt that those people were so lucky to be able to say those words even after decades of marriage. Getting married, having a faithful partner to live together forever in holy union is indeed God's wonderful blessing.
I hope that someday I can say that vow as well, in that exact church. I could even imagine myself wearing a beautiful white dress, shedding tears of joy in front of my one true love, with my family and friends watching joyfully.
But when is my turn and with whom?
Yes, I am just being sentimental this time.
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