Another Round of Happily Halfway
This past week has been filled with people and events so fun and exciting, I still feel as though I'm living them as I write. Six months ago, I wrote about that feeling of being stuck between vacation and normal life, the feeling that takes several days to totally subside. I'm in the middle of it now.
I got to see my two very best girlfriends once again, and another friend from high school who I hadn't spoken to in about 8 years. I got to meet more cheerful and friendly people, and the good times rolled for hours during the wedding rehearsal, rehearsal dinner and finally the beautiful wedding itself. I successfully sang as my best friend walked down the aisle (and choked up a bit doing so), and then later burst into song following my speech at the reception. It was a joyful time filled with wonderful people, and I'm sad to be away from it. Everything was beautiful: The weather, the food, the events, and of course, the Bride. I was so excited to see my friend get married, and I don't think I'd ever seen her smile so much. The bunch of us danced around at the reception to songs we loved years ago, and for the briefest of moments, I felt like a teenager again. I cherish those fleeting feelings.
The events that transpired are the kind that stick with you for your entire life, that make a difference in your perception of things and make you appreciate friendship and love for what it truly is. When so many good feelings are expressed between people, it's easy to feel comfortable and relaxed, and to have enough energy to run for days without enough sleep. The unending sun certainly helped in that department, fueling me and making me smile. For a moment, I forgot what it was like to be in the grey days of winter in Seattle.
My newly married friend will be a great wife and companion. After all, she was always a great friend for so many years. It's somewhat amazing to me that us Three Musketeers are all married now, thankfully to some brilliant and loving men. So I guess this means three have become six, and we've each gained more friends by marrying. We hope to get together again soon for a trip of fun and crazy times, all six of us wrecking havoc wherever we go.
I got to see my two very best girlfriends once again, and another friend from high school who I hadn't spoken to in about 8 years. I got to meet more cheerful and friendly people, and the good times rolled for hours during the wedding rehearsal, rehearsal dinner and finally the beautiful wedding itself. I successfully sang as my best friend walked down the aisle (and choked up a bit doing so), and then later burst into song following my speech at the reception. It was a joyful time filled with wonderful people, and I'm sad to be away from it. Everything was beautiful: The weather, the food, the events, and of course, the Bride. I was so excited to see my friend get married, and I don't think I'd ever seen her smile so much. The bunch of us danced around at the reception to songs we loved years ago, and for the briefest of moments, I felt like a teenager again. I cherish those fleeting feelings.
The events that transpired are the kind that stick with you for your entire life, that make a difference in your perception of things and make you appreciate friendship and love for what it truly is. When so many good feelings are expressed between people, it's easy to feel comfortable and relaxed, and to have enough energy to run for days without enough sleep. The unending sun certainly helped in that department, fueling me and making me smile. For a moment, I forgot what it was like to be in the grey days of winter in Seattle.
My newly married friend will be a great wife and companion. After all, she was always a great friend for so many years. It's somewhat amazing to me that us Three Musketeers are all married now, thankfully to some brilliant and loving men. So I guess this means three have become six, and we've each gained more friends by marrying. We hope to get together again soon for a trip of fun and crazy times, all six of us wrecking havoc wherever we go.
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