Every year I wonder who’s left that could possibly invite me to another wedding and hope it’s the year where no one is left.
At the very least I hope I will never again need to go to 11 in a single year. I also hope that there are no more I will need to fly to. I know that there’s a cousin (my husband’s) who recently moved in with her boyfriend and lives a plane ride away, but I selfishly hope she has her wedding where she grew up. (Where I live)