When The Love of My Life Marries The Love of Her Life
My best friend is a Mrs.!
Last weekend, the greatest thing to ever happen, happened. My long-running friend, Emma, married her best friend forever, Milton on September 3rd.
Going into the wedding weekend, all I wanted was to hug my best friend for very long time and never let go. Given that it had been five years and four months since I had the honor to do so, I thought this was a fine plan. Given that it was my 17-year-old brain, the one that never stopped hugging Emma on that moon-coated summer night when begrudgingly her family car pulled away and rounded the corner of Jane Ct. one last time, was the one that came up with the plan, made it not fine to do so.
Let me just say, Emma and I used to be everything to and for and by each other. Nothing else mattered more to me in the world than my girl. And as time has drawn on, we no longer are this way, but parts of me are made by Emma and I cannot be the person I am today without her. It's been a week and I’m still trying to figure out a way to tell the stories we can’t tell. All I can say now is that as young girls we were lucky and young and innocent and truly were everything to each other. Our hearts lived inside one another’s and I think, in some ways, I’m still living there. I hope there never comes a day when I don’t fling my windows open in the spring, plunge my hand into the breeze and reach for the age we were where nothing ever ended, not even us.
Because we didn’t, and we won't and I wrote about it. Because Emma was here in my life, which means I was there in her’s, which means somewhere out there in time and space, we are still together side-by-side.
For Emma
Emma and Maggie’s plan to stay together forever: graduate college, move to NY, sleepover forever!!!!
….or something like that. This was the ingenious plan two 11 year-olds came up with one unassuming afternoon after school while the afternoon light from the sun danced through the slits of our makeshift pillow fort and across our noses.