Archive for August 27, 2010
As many of you are aware, when it comes to weddings, this ain’t my first rodeo. The Mister and I have been to more ceremonies, rocked out at more receptions and gotten our swerve on at more “no longer single” soirees in 4.5 years than most couples will experience in a lifetime.
And I have to admit… it’s been one, incredible journey. It truly is an honor to be included on someone’s big day, because to me, it’s not just another wedding I have to attend; it’s someone special’s celebration I get to be a part of.
Last week, while on vacation in Mexico, my cousin, Ms. Kimberly Lynn and her beau, Sir Brian got engaged while sitting on the moonlit balcony of their Me-hee-co hotel room (swoooon!), and even though it went down early Monday evening in a totally different country, by late Monday night, pretty much everyone and their mom knew. (I suppose Toby Keith has social networking and Web 2.0 to thank for dispelling the rumors of “what happens down in Mexico, stays in Mexico.”)
While the news travelled at super hero speed, it wasn’t until after she returned from her “Oh-my-goodness-I’m-going-to-a-Mrs.!” vacation that I FINALLY got to hear the story straight from the horse’s mouth (yes, Kim, I’m calling you a horse), and I got to say, I couldn’t be happier her.
You see, Kim is my cousin, which basically means she’s not only a favorite friend, but the oldest, nearest and dearest friend I’ve ever had. Born four months apart, we spent the majority of our childhoods being toted around by our moms. *Shown here setting a mature example of mojito pitcher drinking and little girl giggling…
…while our dads – brothers 3 and 4, in the long line of 12… shown here representing the poignant moves of Papa dancin’…
…were off saving the world – or as some like to call it simply working their jobs to bring home the bacon :) Haha! In a word, my childhood was ahhhhmazing, and I have Kim to thank for a lot of it, which is exactly why I’d like to spend today’s post reminding everyone why being involved in someone’s wedding day is such an awesome thing. I’m not a gamblin’ girl, but if I had to bet, I’m sure at one moment or another you thought to yourself, “ugh, another wedding?” But why? It’s not just another wedding; it’s THEIR wedding, and you were obviously invited because you mean something to them, and they mean something to you :)
So, Kimberly, in case I’ve never told you, this is why you mean something to me: You were the first friend I ever had, and even though you were only half my size growing up, you never made me feel out of place. You were involved in all my primary sleepovers, up all nighters and “oh no he/she didn’ts.” You were there the first time I ever saw a scary movie – Aunt Julie’s: Friday the 13th, and the last one who waited up all night with me for sunrise to fall asleep. You’re both family and friend. There hasn’t been a single birthday, holiday, celebration, moment really, that went by without you in it.
You were my locker buddy for four years, a roommate for three and a p.i.c (partner in crime) for twenty-six. You’ve been there for all my epic fail, fashion mistakes – permed bangs and fanny packs, eek!, and somehow you still love me.
Over the years, you’ve remained a hand to hold during all my most desperate, disastrous moments, which looking back now only seem significant – not because of what they were – but because of the loyalty and love you displayed throughout. We’ve been lucky enough to have the kind of friendship where we would honestly do anything for each other… even if that meant illegally stalking your first crush (shout out to Jamin Wernke!)… and breaking the law at the ripe age of 8… while on a banana seat bike… discreetly snapping photos of Mr. Wonderful during a “no hands!” ride by… donning a hot pink camera… idiots.
Yes, it’s true, Kimmi; you were there for me on my big day, and I can’t wait to be there for you on yours! (I’m singing, right?! Haha!) So, here’s to you, my dear cousin and Brian, your wonderful hubs-to-be! And cheers to many, MANY years of happiness!
Oh! And go ahead and cross wedding prep dance lessons off your list, ’cause let’s get real… we’ve already got the moves! HIIIIIIIIIT IT!