I don’t love posting pictures of myself, but this one is necessary.  That on the left is my cousin Alexis, last night, on her wedding day.  She married her long-time man friend, a nice little fellow named Erik.  Right now they are probably sleeping or getting ready to head to Bora Bora for their honeymoon—something these two deserve way more than those Kardashian motherfuckers did.  That’s the truth! Anyway, to get sentimental and shit for a moment, I want to talk about love.  I have not always been love’s biggest fan, y’all.  I’m not sure if I am still, really, either.  Love and I aren’t on speaking terms, that’s for sure.  Mostly because I think a lot of times love is taken for granted, taken lightly, or not fully understood by most people.  I also more often than not have a hard time believing in it or thinking that it is real.  I feel like some people think they’re down on that love tip, but they don’t really fully understand it; they just think that their life is supposed to move on this magical timeline that has been pre-ordained for them because that’s what everyone else does in these first few years after college.  There are a lot of people in their early twenties real antsy to play house and pretend to be ready for that full-on adult lifestyle, when they’re not.  There’s a lot of people who think marriage will fix things when it won’t.  There’s a lot of people who just don’t care about any of that and want the party and the attention and the white picket fence American dream with 2.5 kids, a dog & $50,000 worth of debt.  And an iPhone.  Whoever just happens to ask first is who they’re going to take regardless of who it actually is, really. Those people are not my cousin & Erik.  These two put everyone to shame.  TO SHAME, y’all!  Their love is real and I’ve only really grown to understand what love really is thanks to them.  I’ve only ever seen what those real, true, soulmate-style shenanigans are all about because of them.  These two love, and they love real deep.  They don’t play around with fights—they’re too good for that.  And when they disagree on shit, they discuss things and come to understandings.  They compromise with each other and it’s never about winning, unless it means they’re winning together.  There’s no score to keep, no rules to follow, no person to top.  There’s just living, together.  The emotion and love that I saw on both of their faces this weekend when my cousin walked through the doors and down the aisle was shit that even the best Oscar-nominated actors couldn’t fake.  I’ve said more than once that I’ll have that image of Erik all gobsmacked and happy-teared seared in my memory banks for life because that was the look of love of the highest order. Basically these two are my heroes.  These two are the goal.  People would be lucky to be even 1/8th as to be as in love as these two.  Seeing them has taught me what love really is and reminded me that even though relationships are work, love should always be the easy part.  I mean, shit, look at how terribly cliche-ridden this post is!  Love will do that to you.  In a world that rarely makes sense, these two do.  Always.  And I am so beyond happy for them to the point where I’m writing sappy blog posts like I’m Nicholas Sparks’ ghostwriter. But ultimately, you can’t write a love story as good as theirs.  Because it’s real, and that is the best thing of all.

I don’t love posting pictures of myself, but this one is necessary.  That on the left is my cousin Alexis, last night, on her wedding day.  She married her long-time man friend, a nice little fellow named Erik.  Right now they are probably sleeping or getting ready to head to Bora Bora for their honeymoon—something these two deserve way more than those Kardashian motherfuckers did.  That’s the truth!

Anyway, to get sentimental and shit for a moment, I want to talk about love.  I have not always been love’s biggest fan, y’all.  I’m not sure if I am still, really, either.  Love and I aren’t on speaking terms, that’s for sure.  Mostly because I think a lot of times love is taken for granted, taken lightly, or not fully understood by most people.  I also more often than not have a hard time believing in it or thinking that it is real.  I feel like some people think they’re down on that love tip, but they don’t really fully understand it; they just think that their life is supposed to move on this magical timeline that has been pre-ordained for them because that’s what everyone else does in these first few years after college.  There are a lot of people in their early twenties real antsy to play house and pretend to be ready for that full-on adult lifestyle, when they’re not.  There’s a lot of people who think marriage will fix things when it won’t.  There’s a lot of people who just don’t care about any of that and want the party and the attention and the white picket fence American dream with 2.5 kids, a dog & $50,000 worth of debt.  And an iPhone.  Whoever just happens to ask first is who they’re going to take regardless of who it actually is, really.

Those people are not my cousin & Erik.  These two put everyone to shame.  TO SHAME, y’all!  Their love is real and I’ve only really grown to understand what love really is thanks to them.  I’ve only ever seen what those real, true, soulmate-style shenanigans are all about because of them.  These two love, and they love real deep.  They don’t play around with fights—they’re too good for that.  And when they disagree on shit, they discuss things and come to understandings.  They compromise with each other and it’s never about winning, unless it means they’re winning together.  There’s no score to keep, no rules to follow, no person to top.  There’s just living, together.  The emotion and love that I saw on both of their faces this weekend when my cousin walked through the doors and down the aisle was shit that even the best Oscar-nominated actors couldn’t fake.  I’ve said more than once that I’ll have that image of Erik all gobsmacked and happy-teared seared in my memory banks for life because that was the look of love of the highest order.

Basically these two are my heroes.  These two are the goal.  People would be lucky to be even 1/8th as to be as in love as these two.  Seeing them has taught me what love really is and reminded me that even though relationships are work, love should always be the easy part.  I mean, shit, look at how terribly cliche-ridden this post is!  Love will do that to you.  In a world that rarely makes sense, these two do.  Always.  And I am so beyond happy for them to the point where I’m writing sappy blog posts like I’m Nicholas Sparks’ ghostwriter.

But ultimately, you can’t write a love story as good as theirs.  Because it’s real, and that is the best thing of all.

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