I had the extreme pleasure of witnessing one of of my closest friends marry the man of her dreams this weekend (I tried to think of a better way to say that--man of her dreams--but sometimes there's nothing better than that standard phrase).
The whole thing was heaven. Getting to witness that very courageous thing of two people pledging their lives--one to the other--is always a sight. So don't even get me started on getting to witness it against such a picturesque backdrop (I don't know that I've ever seen blue like the blue of that water).
(the very dapper groom)
(someone told us to do our "excited" face...this is what happened)
When Joy was prepping everything and gathering information for the invitations she sent emails out asking for basic info...like the name of our significant other. Joy knew I did not have one. But, for the sake of the email I reiterated this, and then gave her a very hard time about the fact that she made me put it down on paper for posterity. Yes, single. But I ended up with her roommate of nearly seven years, Matt, as my partner in crime. And ladies, I gotta tell you. Having a dancer as your wedding date is one of the most genius things that could happen to you. I just sort of giggled and squealed and asked him to throw me around. And throw me he did. We literally spun the night away.
I'm so very proud of Joy and Devin. Proud of how far they've come, as individuals and as a couple. And it was such a blessing to share in their day.