Very few things exist for which I will pull myself out of bed at 4:45 in the morning.
My children. My husband. Emergencies, like fires. Bathroom breaks. And best friends.
Best friends who get married at 8:00am on Halloween.
I made myself pretty, downed some coffee and drove an hour and a bit — the bit because a train got in my way — to stand by the side of my friend as she pledged her life to the man she loves. Matron of honor, the title stands. More like Matron of Awesome. I helped get the dress on. I calmed nerves. I spilled coffee on the floor. I carried things.
I sniffled back tears as they read the vows they wrote. I held flowers made from the pages of books. I wore sexy green shoes at eight o’clock in the morning on a Wednesday in October.
Because I believe in love.
I believe we deserve love.
I believe in second chances. I believe we deserve second chances. And third. And tenth.
I believe in happy endings. (Not that kind. Or, well.) I believe in happy beginnings. And happy middles. I believe in hard times and mad times and “I don’t want to look at you” times. I believe in communicating and listening and talking and talking it to death. I believe in looking each other in the eye, even when you don’t want to. I believe in passion. In heart. In soul. In everything.
I believe in it all.
And so I stood and I witnessed and I loved too, right along with them. I believed. The rain fell, ironic or not, and the remnants of hurricane band winds blew and the school kids waiting to get on the bus looked on probably wondering why the heck someone was getting married that early in the morning and the presents got left in my purse because I was so taken, so enamored, with the wholeness of it all.
Because I believed.
Congrats, Amanda and Wes. You are one of us now. Puke, gag, and all the love in the world.
“There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”
–Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife