My Best Friend's Wedding

I know, I know, the title is particularly commonplace, but the day itself? One-of-a-kind.

Imagine the following:

You're born in 1987 into a small family of (now) 4.  You live in a close-knit neighborhood of friendly people and your best-friend-to-be is just a few houses down the road. You grow up together and spend countless hours designing your own fashion magazines, dancing to your favorite songs, watching chick flicks, and soaking up life's simple pleasures in the Sherman Manor of Norton Shores. 

Fast forward 26 years--  that same best friend you've spent your entire youth with is getting married.  You're now a mature (okay, I'm exaggerating here) woman who has moved out of your small town but still would do anything for said best friend, because some things never change.

That said best friend is Stacey, and that maid of honor is me.

Words really cannot express the amount of joy in my heart as I write this post.  Words alone cannot clearly enough paint the picture of my friendship with Stacey.  How many people can say they've known their best friend since birth?  I'm assuming not very many.  I'm fortunate enough to say that I have.  Stacey and I were destined to be best friends since the day I was born, 26 years ago. 

This past Saturday I had the pleasure of standing with the utmost honor and adoration for Stacey.  The Michelle to my Romy, the Ashley to my Mary Kate, the Fish Stix to my Tater Tots.  My best friend.

So, let's take a quick trip down memory lane. ...Shall we? 

 

I think it's about time I wrap up the sap. I have shed enough tears over these last couple of weeks.

Now I just want to reflect on the perpetual bliss that was Ted and Stacey's wedding day. 

Cheers to love, laughter

and happily ever after.

xoxo, 

Laura