I've told my wife for decades: "When I grow up, I want to be just like you."
In college, my fiance (different woman) would come to the lounge of my dorm to read Playboy; I'd read her Redbook.
At parties, I spend so much time in the kitchen that one hostess told my wife they would still be friends, "But don't bring your husband again: he doesn't mix well with my husband and his male friends."
Today, it looks like I may be invited to join a new all-female group seeking to learn and play mah jong. Spending a couple hours with them always boosts my spirits, and most of us are old friends. Maybe, I can learn to be bubbly at the same time.
As for weddings, I'm past dreaming of mine, and not quite ready for my youngest daughter's.
Shyly,
S