It happened. This week I married one of my oldest friends. She’d kill me if she knew I said she was old but you know what I mean. She’s been my friend for eons. She knew me before I was a grown up and encouraged me to be a better human more than once in our lives. On Sunday the 12th of April, I married her to the person that makes her a better human everyday.
I met Sarah years ago in a small country town as we both paid or penance in our former years of teaching. We both had the hidden agenda of finding husbands or at least fill in husbands to while away the hours of country living. I was not so lucky. Instead, I found Sarah. Sarah and a few others to while away the time but she has been a keeper.
Now living miles apart, our drinking escapades (well mine) have ended and we now see each other over craft fairs and shopping trips but we still maintained the idle chit chat that comes with finding our own fairytales. Sarah found the beginning of hers in our country town and she vows that mine is just around the corner. But in her fairytale, I get to be the fairy godmother. I got to be the one person who could join her and her prince charming and I got to say ‘…and she lived happily ever after.’
Congratulations Sarah and Nathan!