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Love love love...

Love is in the air folks!
Can you feel it?  Can you feel it??

I am currently on my way to Cork in Ireland for my cousin Nicola's wedding.  I have always been very close to Nic as she is only two months older than me.  Tomorrow she hands in her O'Dwyer badge of honour and walks away with a Stapleton on her arm and in her signature.  Swoon....

If that isn't exciting enough, our cousin Roisin who is two months older than Nicola and the third member of our cousin muskateer unit is getting married in three weeks!  Eek! It is too much excitement for a singleton like me to sustain.  At the moment the bulk of my emotion is divided between my spotify playlist and grilled houllimi for tea.

As huge as these two weddings are,  there is something happening this weekend which is one of the most important things to happen in the motherland.  Today,  Ireland is voting on marriage equality. I am devastated that I am in the country but unable to vote.  How wonderful would it be to say that I am from one of the most forward thinking,  equality driven countries in the world.

Marriage is a beautiful union.  To have that person you want to spend the rest of your life with,  by your side declaring they want you for life too. Marriage is about love,  tolerance,  forgiveness and passion.  We all have someone who intoxicates us with their very being.  Sometimes some of us are lucky enough to be intoxicated by someone who adores us just as much.  When that chemistry strikes why shouldn't it be allowed be solidified with a wedding.

I do believe that marriage is a something that should be taken seriously when a couple decide they wish to wed.  Sometimes it works.  Sometimes it doesn't.  Gender and sexuality do not damage the credibiity of marriage.  Elizabeth Taylor's seven weddings do,  cheaters do,  abusers do.
This is a weekend of celebration.  This is the weekend of Eurovision.  Hopefully this is also the first weekend of an equal future.  #voteyes.

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