I felt old this weekend. Sure, according to many I was born old. Be that as it may, this was still a feeling I’ve only felt a few times. I was in Charleston with my family and many people from my little hometown for a wedding. The weekend was filled with seafood and the charm of walking through the city. I tried to go shopping as well, but that was a fool’s errand.

As for the exact source of my realization, that isn’t difficult to locate. It wasn’t the ceremony. It wasn’t the music at the reception. It wasn’t the conversation at my table at the reception either. No, it was that someone I watched grow up was getting married. That was a first. Even with my brother we grew up together. Talking with the bride’s younger brothers only added to the feeling. I had to look up at them as we spoke even though I can remember them as young children. I assume that these moments will become more frequent as the years go by, but for whatever reason I wasn’t ready for this one. Anyway, it was a very enjoyable weekend on the whole.