A Happy Ever After
Thursday, August 28th, 2008
Best Friend Ever got married over the weekend, and in her true tasteful style no less (strapless sweetheart neckline, mermaid silhouette, raw ivory silk, a single gardenia in her hair).
Although I seem to have been in quite the pitiful state when they got engaged on Easter last year, and despite the irony of my own relationship ending on Easter of this year, I’m happy to report that I was in a very different place at their wedding.
Yes, there were tears, but only happy ones when at last they stood side-by-side and exchanged their vows. Even now, typing this at my desk, it makes me tear up!
There’s just so few real love stories, I think. At least in my own life. Mostly, I find myself wondering why now, why that person, what’s making them get married at all, won’t it just get fouled up? And then I get sympathy anxiety for those about to marry. It’s completely bizarre.
But not so with BFE. She married her high school sweetheart of 11 YEARS. Their wedding weekend felt like I was with family….like I was home. I was so happy to see them all, in fact, I didn’t even care that I was sans concealer as I raced into the kitchen to greet her parents on Saturday morning.
And after the vows and the cake cutting and the toasts and the cigars; I surprised even myself as I leaned down to claim her bouquet from the tile at my feet. I don’t normally go in for that sort of thing, but then I didn’t really catch it after all, did I? And I figured, if it came my way, why not me?
Here’s hoping that maybe a bit of their happiness and luck rubs off…
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