Like many others I was eagerly anticipating the first photos from Chelsea Clinton’s marriage to Marc Mezvinsky that took place yesterday. After all, the marriage of a President’s daughter is the closest thing we have to American royalty. We all wanted to know the details – well at least I did. Did she wear Vera Wang as was rumored? Yes she did and it was stunning confection of a dress. Would they be married by a Rabbi, Minister or both? Both – very PC and to me proof of a very healthy start of a inter-faith relationship. Did the father of the bride, former President Clinton and mother of the bride Secretary of State Clinton shed tears? Haven’t heard about that yet, but both of them looked fabulous and were beaming in the photos
The New York Times link has a slide show of more photos than I thought we would get, so most of my curiosity was satisfied, but more than that the photos also revealed something else so stunningly. Chelsea and Marc are totally, unequivocably, most besottedly in love. It radiates millions of watts on their faces and in their body language and frankly, for the first time in a long time, I am feeling a bit envious of not having that feeling for another in my life at the moment. I also frankly wondered, at this stage in my life, would I ever feel that way about a partner/significant other/boyfriend or whatever the proper term would fit for an object of my affections. Would someone ever feel that way about me or look at me that way again at this stage of my life. I am not trolling for sympathy, I just wonder with all the life experiences behind us, is the “look of love” a fantasy at this stage of the game?
I would love to know what you think?