Better Together

One of my best friends married another one of my favorite people in Boca Raton, FL over labor day weekend, and it was just as beautiful and elegant as I knew it would be. I spent three days primping, pampering, crying tears of joy, loving on and bonding with all my gorgeous college friends. Five years after graduation and several years since I’d seen many of the guests and it felt like I flew right back in time to 2011. I love love, especially when I watched it blossom from the very beginning. I saw this couple fall in love, from butterflies to silly fights to vowing to love each other for the rest of their lives. I played board games with them in an empty apartment. I cuddled with them on the tiny couch. They tolerated my new puppy destroying our carpet and pooping in her room. I got hammered and wore costumes and went to strip clubs and skinny dipped and ate so very much pizza with them in the early morning hours. I watched him go out of his way every single day to make her feel special and to make her friends his own. I watched her come to the realization that he really was The One and I squealed when I saw the photo of him down on one knee. I celebrated her last few months of being a single woman and smiled ear to ear as they danced their first dance to Jack Johnson’s “Better Together.” I hugged her for the millionth time in the past few months and bawled. I hope to someday have a love like Liz and Jared’s. And if my wedding is even half as fun or beautiful as theirs, I can die happy.