As Daniel and I near our first year of marriage I’ve been thinking a lot about what it really means to be an adult.
I’ve never really felt my age, being the baby of 3 kids will do that to you, and even now at 25 they still make me feel like a little girl. My siblings are 13 and 10 years older than me so they’ll always have that one up. I’m okay with that.
At 16, I was sure I’d feel like an adult at 18. At 18, I thought that moment would come at 21. Rinse and repeat. Now at 25, as a married woman, I’m starting to feel a little like an adult. Not every day though. That would be silly.
It’s a story about one man and the woman he loves who got cancer. Angelo Merendino photographed his wife’s progression through her years of dealing with cancer until the day it took her away from him.
It’s real and hard to look at and I’m trying not to cry just thinking about it. But it’s life.
I saw that quote by Jennifer, the beautiful woman in the photos, “Love every morsel of the people in your life.” and it dawned on me – even the horrible parts of life are worth loving. Because it may be the last experience you ever have.
I suddenly feel so bad about how I’ve been reacting to my impending nuptials, purely based on how this amazing woman dealt with a disease that was out to end her life.
Who am I to be blasé or annoyed by my upcoming wedding? How dare I brush it aside because I’d rather worry about money?
“Love every morsel of the people in your life.” What could be more important?
So yes, I’m being a little soppy and emotional but it hit me, reading through Jennifer and Angelo’s experiences, that life really is too short to not show the people in our lives that we love them. In turn, life is too short to not love every moment of every day.