And so it goes…

Last night I watched my best friend of ten years get married. I was supposed to prepare a toast, being the maid of honor and all, but as hard as I tried I couldn’t think of a thing to say. How could I possibly convey everything this girl has meant to me in about two minutes and try to make it make sense to all these people? Here I was, the best friend, the writer, and I couldn’t say anything. She is the girl that’s been there every time I’ve ever needed her. She’s the girl that has bought me countless lunches, she’s the one who could make me laugh no matter what, and she’s one of the only people who I could be away from for an extended time only to come back and talk to like I saw her yesterday. Now she’s married and moving to Chicago, and I’m spending a little over three months in the U.K. The past ten years have been rushing by so fast that I only just now stopped and realized where the two of us are. She’s just exactly who I thought she would be: creative, an artist, beautiful, and full of joy.