This weekend I went to a wedding. I did not catch the bouquet. I always secretly hope that I will, but I don't try very hard for fear of appearing too desperate. I've caught two in my life. Both were a few years ago. It doesn't mean anything really. I just like the posibility of being the next person to get married. That however, will not happen soon. My younger brother informed me today that he would probably have children before me. I asked him why he thought that, hoping to catch him in the middle of an insult. And he only said, "Because I have sex more than you." That would definitely be true, because I don't have sex at all. He once told me that he could picture me getting pregnant from a toilet seat. I took that as a major insult, but now it is just an inside joke.
This weekend was also my niece Piper's birthday. She turned one. She is such a sweetheart and I love her to pieces. But when all of my nieces and nephews are yelling and screaming, I know that I'm not ready for kids quite yet. I think that working at a childcare center also cures me from wanting kids right now. Especially when four babies are all crying at once, and you are the only one in the room. Maybe someday.