One of my high school friends got married last weekend. It was a beautiful ceremony, outside underneath enormous trees and a river trickling in the background, that was barely finished before a torrential downpour hit.
I have to say, it was one of the best weddings I’ve been to in a while.
Granted, we hadn’t been to one in almost a year, so it’s not exactly a hard statement to justify. But it wasn’t the location or the food, or even the open bar or the awesome photo booth they had, that made the wedding so much fun. The wedding cemented a reunion between a group of girls (the bride included), who hadn’t really seen each other since high school graduation.
There is no better feeling than rolling into a room of women you haven’t seen in over eight years and being able to pick up right where you left off. It was a kind of therapy that couldn’t have come at a better time for me, especially considering the changes that have happened in the past year. There’s been so many shifts in my life lately – with infertility, with friendships made and broken, and the countdown to a key piece of my independence almost complete – I have been in desperate need of some soul-bearing change.
Of a renewal.
Being with these girls, singing and dancing and enjoying the open bar wayyyy too much? Was so much fun.
But huddled in the parking lot, making plans for the next time we’re going out together? Was a reminder that not only were the weather seasons changing, but the next season of my life was starting, full of laughter.
And I am so ready.