When others' milestone is mine
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Attended yet another wedding but it was one that I'd never forget... because the bride is one of my dearest friends.
It has been a decade and a half since I approached the quiet girl with the comic sans handwriting to write something in my autograph book. And it has been three Saturdays since I scribbled my chicken scratches in her wedding book.
Unlike other couple unions I'd witnessed before, I fought back tears at her solemnization. Not because my toe was stabbed by someone's high heel shoe, but for the first time in my life, I felt so much joy that no amount of goofy grinning would suffice. We may not communicate regularly over the years, but we still managed to catch up once in a blue (purple, green, rainbow polka-dotted) moon. There was a time when my world virtually collapsed and she made it a point to see me through that period of pain. Far from offering suggestions on how to manage or solve my woes, she pitched creative ideas of how to torture my enemies. Strangely enough, it worked (even though her suggestions were never implemented).
True friends are a treasured find and having just one, already makes you wealthy beyond material possessions. She was there for me at the most depressing point in my life, and all I have to do was to be there for her at her one of her life's happiest moment. What more can you ask for? In her own way, she gave meaning to the million and one inspirational quotes found on greeting cards.
I wish her all the happiness and bliss that marriage could bring into her life. And just in case the husband fell short of fulfilling his duties, I'd be more than ready to share with her some of my own malevolent ideas. |
