I drove down to Chicago for a wedding. Somehow everything seems different. All weddings before this didn't really mean as much. This one was significant. It affected somebody my life has been entwined with since birth. This one mattered.



It's was a joyful and sad experience all at once. It's sad that things I could once depend on are no longer there. They've been relegated to the back of my mind for future viewings. Thoughts of childhood. Thoughts of knowing that as much as you want to share your life with those around you now, only those who were there can truly appreciate it's impact on your development. It made me happy to see that life is progressing. I never wanted to be mature, as if that meant I couldn't have fun. Now I think of mature as just being a single word that means life has happened to you. A twelve year old girl with leukemia is more worn out by life than some 25 years old.