Movie Inspired Rambling

I loved hard in my late teens/early twenties. So hard in fact, that I married a man I'd never spent more than 10 consecutive days with because I thought romance could conquer all and marrying my summer camp sweetheart was romantic. That's the kinda crap you see in the movies. The honeymoon period is blissful and exciting, the couple moves to Europe and travels on trains sipping prosecco and frolicking at Carnevale, and I guess sometimes - even in real life - it works out between two people that don't really know each other. Arrange marriages survive and have for generations.

Love isn't that easy these days.
Grateful for the memories.
Hopeful for many more.
Wondering when it got so damn complicated, and stopped being fun.

There is love in my life. I'm surrounded by it. Several years ago on V-Day my dear friend's boyfriend arranged a surprise wedding. Now that's love! I was there sitting in the back of the small chapel when her face lit up with delight at the unveiling of his little charade. That day I was full of love. In the past twelve months I've seen two engagements. A big hurrah while beach camping with all their friends, a guitar, a serenade, and a big round of schlobo singing. She couldn't stop smiling. She was so happy. Love was in the air. My cousin proposed to his girlfriend three weeks ago at a minor league baseball game, on the jumbo-tron and I was there too. He'd invited his family and hers, but we didn't know his intent. The cool part was that he told me he wanted everyone to know, which is why he did it on such public front. The wedding is in October. Another friend's wedding is just weeks away and there will lots of love there too. So for this blog I blame, of all things, the damn movie Julie/Julia. A movie inspired by food and fueled by love.