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This story about a woman who is a professional bridesmaid made for a fun read - particularly loved the infographic that details the cost of being one (the regular kind). It could put a serious dent in the budget of a young woman. I was watching a movie recently where the woman tells her long-time boyfriend that she wants her wedding to be perfect because that's supposed to be the best day of her life. It is pursuit of such perfect that makes it possible for a professional bridesmaid to exist. A wedding so perfect that is the best day of a person's life seems both like an impossible bar to achieve and also somewhat tragic. Life could be full of many wonderful (even spectacular) moments. Most people get married relatively early and still have the majority of life left to live. It's sad to think that the high point is long gone since nothing can exceed the greatness of a perfect wedding.

If instead, the pressure is taken of that one day and its allowed to be of many joyful things in a person's life, then balance might be restored. Some couples I know who have been happily married for most of their lives had the most unremarkable weddings. They can barely recall the details and the pictures from the event are fairly mundane. They may have a great story about how they met or at what point they decided they want to get married. This lovely chance encounter story is the kind of stuff some lucky people have in their lives - it is also the kind of story that everyone else wants to hear and marvel at. I doubt these folks had the most picture perfect lineup of bridesmaids at the wedding - the lack of it obviously did not matter, 

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