Goin' to the Chapel...

On Saturday, my best friend got married. We've been planning our weddings since we were young, and we have spent hours talking dresses, flowers, reception music, and every minute detail we could imagine. On Saturday, all of those little details were brought to life. The bride (obviously) was the most beautiful bride ever, on the inside and the out. I've stood up in a number of weddings, and never has a bride worked so hard to make everyone else feel so special. She selected personal gifts for her attendants, treated the children in the bridal party (3 of whom were mine) to special treats, and made sure everyone knew that she appreciated their love, support, and presence on such an important day. There were a million other personal touches - the groom's favorite color (orange) was represented in the attendant's bouquets, the bride carried her grandmother's rosary and a piece of lace from her great-grandmother, and the groom's mother (who passed away a few months ago), was represented by a bouquet of roses in what should have been her seat. The ceremony was perfectly lovely, and the reception was amazingly fun.

But none of that is really important. What is really important is this:

On Saturday, my best friend girl friend married her best friend....

for happily ever after.