A week ago yesterday, my first childhood friend got married. Mom, Emily, and I helped out a lot, and we ended up having so much fun! Karen was my friend by the time I was about three. We had sleepovers, went to the pool in the summer, made lemonade stands, canvassed garage sales, played "hotel," had feet wars, played with pogs, went to each other's birthday parties, went to seminary together, etc., etc. And now she's married! Back in the day, she told me that she wanted to marry someone with the last name McBride; she ended up marrying a Stratton. Potato-potaato. (I hope I conveyed that inflection okay--haha.)
The party was beautiful. I think everyone had a fun time, and it was just fun seeing my old childhood friend so happy and radiant, ready to start that next phase of her life. Congratulations, Karen! You were beautiful, and your party was classy. I'm so so happy for you!