Of course we do love weddings, and even funerals. These celebrations--of love, of life--give us an excuse, a reason to gather as family and friends.
Sometimes we go through spates of nothing but funerals. For a time, it seemed our families--the families into which my husband and I were born--had nothing but funerals. Grandparents died, and then my father-in-law. So in a very short time, we had three family funerals. That's a lot of sadness and grieving. BUT it was also a lot of family gathering and reminiscing.
This summer, we have had two family weddings in two weeks. The first was a Mennonite wedding, the second a Roman Catholic wedding. Quite a difference in setting--one outdoors, the other in a church; in mood--one filled with congregational singing, the other with no congregation singing at all; one simple, the other a bit more ornate. But both were filled with joy. Children reveling in the occasion, the permission to dance all around. Young people laughing, dancing, full of the promise of a future unruffled by life's complications. Middle-aged and senior folks sitting, talking, catching up, watching young people. All filled with the joy of family and friends.
It is tempting to think that weddings are better than funerals, but I don't feel that way. They both provide times for people to gather and celebrate.