Megan Stielstra's Blog

Yesterday I turned thirty-two, and since eight of the ten people who regularly read this blog are in their early twenties and are currently thinking THAT’S OLD (because when I was in my early twenties I thought thirty-two was old. But I also thought Cyndi Lauper was a philosopher and the mainstream media was always true, so show’s how much I knew, right?) I will tell you this: thirty-one has been the best year of my life. And before that, it was thirty. And before that, twenty-nine. And then twenty-eight and then twenty-seven and you can see where I’m going here, right? So I’m pretty goddamn excited about thirty-two because the pattern indicates it’s all uphill from here, and I’m already standing on a mountain, people.

We spent the day in Clarkston, Michigan, at our friends Jeremy and Kristen’s wedding which was spectacular, because they are spectacular, and you’ve got to love seeing your friends all happy and beautiful and weepy-in-a-good-way and furthermore, Christopher officiated their ceremony.

Which means I went home that night with the priest. Can anyone say SCORE?

A year ago, our friend Lott officiated our ceremony, and it was truly amazing to have a friend front and center at such an important moment. We trust him. And he’s serious and funny at the same time, and if I flubbed my lines he’d make sure I didn’t look silly, and if I cried really hard he’d give me a Kleenx.

But most importantly, Christopher and I really look up to his marriage. He and his husband Ryan are sort of role models for us, and it was important to me to have someone marry us who understood how we value marriage.

Yesterday was Lott and Ryan’s anniversary.

And now it’s Jeremy and Kristen’s, too.

Point being: August 11th is a pretty kick-ass day, if you need to get married or be born or change the world or whatever. It’s a lucky day. Mark it on your calendar and do something great next year.