A Brat Gets Married

As I listen to Delilah each night on WIKY, I've begun to look at relationships as a spectator sport. With social media ever present, it's easier than ever -- and more fascinating than ever -- to see how people react to the calls and letters she receives.

By far, the strongest opinions recently have been in response to the caller who expected her parents to foot the bill for her wedding. She didn't want to "hear them whine about how they can't afford it" because her father recently lost his job. With few exceptions, callers and Facebook posters agreed with Delilah, who called her her 'a brat,' who should lose her air of entitlement.

Many people expressed the thought that their weddings, although simple, were no less memorable. These included tales as varied as hayrides, mud-wrestling, and a wedding "cake" made from doughnuts.

Count me among the lucky ones.  I had a hippie wedding. Sunday morning in the park in the spring when the world was young and green and cool. We held hands and sang, and gave thanks for the miracles awaiting us. Our minister was a family friend, ordained by answering an ad in Rolling Stone and sending $3.00 to a Post Office box in Modesto, California. We were blessed with thirty wonderful years together, albeit it off an on a couple of times, until she died last year.

Three of my friends got married at about the same time as me. They all had big fancy ceremonies. Sadly, none of them made it ten years. Sorry to run on so. It seems as if this all happend.last week. It's that fresh.

There's much to celebrate on a wedding day. SuperBride Sunday is one of the biggest events we do every year, because a wedding day literally takes a lifetime of planning. If you can afford to splurge, more power to you. It's a once-in-a-lifetime occasion. But I'm glad to see there are scores of people who realize that dreams, promises and love are the things that matter.