By the time I arrived they were already at the alter receiving a lecture about making a marriage work. She was beautiful, standing there in her white dress and her white veil and looking so grown-up. I wasn't really listening. I was thinking about our daily rides in the school bus singing songs about the fat girl (who wasn't really fat) who forced us to share our seat. I was thinking about the time she spent the night at my house on the last day of sixth grade and I decided we should walk the 2.8 miles home and how it felt like we would never get there. I was thinking of the day I took tons of pictures of her and the time she stopped talking to me and I didn't know why. Of freezing during recess and of dipping our peanut butter m&ms in cream cheese and joking about how we would soon be 500lbs. I was thinking about how I've known her longer than most of my friends and now she is just standing there getting married and I tried not to cry at the thought of it. It would have been happy tears. How am I just not ready for all of that? She always said that once she met the right guy she would not wait around long to marry him. She was right and she even found a great guy! I was surprised that her parents remembered me and I laughed when her dad talked about how he thought it was funny I used to come over wearing my overalls.
It was great to see her and it was great to look across the room and see elisha and mark and have them to chat with in the rain and at dinner and to later shake it with on the dance floor. It is refreshing that people do not change. That we can still have the same conversations we had back then and we can keep laughing at the same stories. She'll remember the $900 worth of change I once had and the delias shopping I still do and I'll remember the time she saved me from freezing to death that day after school when I was in the process of walking home against the wind on that record breaking low day. She'll think of me when she sees something vegan and I'll often remember while taking a lint roller to my black shirt before leaving the house that she used to be allergic to me when I sported cat hair on my clothes.
I love the people I've met in this adventure called life and I hope to never forget a single one.
It was great to see her and it was great to look across the room and see elisha and mark and have them to chat with in the rain and at dinner and to later shake it with on the dance floor. It is refreshing that people do not change. That we can still have the same conversations we had back then and we can keep laughing at the same stories. She'll remember the $900 worth of change I once had and the delias shopping I still do and I'll remember the time she saved me from freezing to death that day after school when I was in the process of walking home against the wind on that record breaking low day. She'll think of me when she sees something vegan and I'll often remember while taking a lint roller to my black shirt before leaving the house that she used to be allergic to me when I sported cat hair on my clothes.I love the people I've met in this adventure called life and I hope to never forget a single one.
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