The Best is Yet to Come

I just got back from a long weekend in Texas where I attended the wedding of good friends Lori and Erik. I ate so much bbq and beef that I am not eating for the next two weeks. In any case, the mother of the groom took me aside and said in the way only a Jewish mother can, "Perhaps you'll be next." I responded very cynically, "I don't think anytime soon." At this time, she took my arm, looked deeply in to my eyes and seriously proclaimed, "Rachel, the best is yet to come." God, I hope she's a prophet. I can't go to anymore weddings alone. I'm exhausted.