We spend the first quarter of our lives in perfect step with our closest friends. I have been blessed to have a very eclectic group of friends that I look at as my sisters and brothers. We are ALWAYS by each others' side, we are always there to protect, support and make fun of one another. Growing up, there were soccer games (aka flower picking sessions for me) and talent shows, school dances and first kisses. There were the nights of slumber parties, toilet papering the neighbors' houses, daring each other to run down the street with our training bras outside our shirts. We moved from junior high to high school and then to college in perfect rhythm like dancers following the beat of a drum.
back dropped by an emerald ocean, I watch as my two very special friends vow to spend their lives together. Two tribes merging, forming a new. I realize in this moment that the questions I have for myself are different than I thought they would be. I ask myself, do you still feel total connection to your friends even though you are taking different risks at this point in your lives? Do you still feel total love for your friends even if you are not going through the same experiences? Do you still adore your friends even if your paths are different?
All I could think was, "I do. I do. I do."
After so many years of being kept in step by the structure of our daily lives, it is great to know that the comradery, companionship and closeness of our bond is not reliant on any structure at all. It is a feeling that is with us always. We choose to allow the differences in our journeys to bring us together instead of separate us.
After the ceremony (and totally ruining my make-up from crying) we danced. We danced and danced and danced and I felt happy as a clam to have everybody there, exactly where they are, and to be there, exactly where I am, and to feel nothing but pure celebration dancing together to the beat of our favorite songs.
2 comments:
"I do...want an owl as a parasol."
hey lis! that was a great post. So sweet. I liek your writing. Keep it up!
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