and so the season begins. . .

i got my first wedding mail of the wedding season in the mail today. it’s sitting here on top of the scanner and i can’t stop staring at it sorta forlornly. it’s an invite for the wedding of an ex, it’s something much more traumatic.

it’s an invitation to jason’s wedding. jason and his brother nathan lived next door to us when we all lived in chippewa falls, wisconsin. i think we lived in that house of a year and a half. jason was sister #3’s first love. nathan was sister #4’s first love.

those boys are forever frozen in my mind at 14 and 11. even though i’ve seen nathan since, i still think of him as little nation (as we liked to call him). i still think of jason as the awkward pubescent 14-year-old who had a crush on jodi hanson and would sit playing nerts with us until ungodly hours of the night.

jason’s 24 now and well old enough to get married. sort of a hold out for chippewa falls where graduating from high school without an engagement ring makes one something of an old maid.

i just can’t get over it. i think i’m too young to get married and i know i’m a hell of a lot older than jason. weird.

along with this first wedding invitation come the first conflict of the busy wedding/graduation season.

do i go off to chippewa falls, revisting more memories than i can even dream of and watch jason get married? or i do i head off to iowa to watch jessica, whom i adore, get married?

i hate dilemmas.