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our wedding, postponed

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Sara has asked that we postpone the wedding. I'd seen the need for this coming, so I wasn't really too surprised when it came. Neither of her parents are in a state to sort out the arrangements back home, what with her mother's recent layoff and her father's illness. So things haven't been progressing as we'd hoped back home, and it's not really fair to have them sort that out, in any case.

Sara says the immensity of marriage has been dawning on her more and more, and that it didn't feel right under these circumstances. She recognizes the irony in this, given that's she started suggesting marriage only four months into our dating, but I'm happy to let her sort it out. God knows I'd want the same if it were me.