I know, I know, not very original but it’s the truth. Last weekend, I had the priveledge of going to my friend’s wedding in Chatham, Massachusetts.
Our relationship started on the first day of seventh grade when I was no where to be found. My grandfather had just passed away the day before school was to begin and I was unable to attend the first few days. One of my oldest friends, Lindsay Flynn, knew that I was going to be in her home room so she decided to save me a seat. As I’ve heard it, she had to fight tooth and nail from another girl to keep that seat open. That other girl was Sophia.
I finally arrived to my seventh grade classroom three days into the year. I was ecstatic that Lindsay had saved me a seat because I didn’t have any other really good friends in that class. Even though homeroom is only fifteen minutes out of the day, fifteen minutes to an eleven year old is an eternity. The first thing Sophia ever said to me was something along the lines of, “Thank goodness you’re real… I was beginning to worry.” And that was it, the beginning of a lifelong friendship.
It all started there, thirteen years ago. Sophia and I were inseparable from that first day until the day that we graduated from high-school. We had a close knit group of friends, who were, in the eyes of others, probably a little strange, but to us - we were perfect. We spent all of our down time at each others houses. Sophia’s mother and father were like my parents, and my parents were like hers. I can remember sleeping over her house and sneaking out late at night to hang out with the other neighborhood kids. We’d vacation together ( in the Cape with her family and in Maine with mine) we’d get in trouble together, and we’d grow up together.
Admittedly, Sophia and I lost touch after high school. We still got together as often as possible and tried to be a part of each others college lives. I remember helping her move into her first apartment in Boston, and she drove up to Long Island to come see my dance show at school. As we got older, we did still see each other occasionally but we were rushing off somewhere or had something more important to do.
Last Thanksgiving, all of my friends from high-school came together to have dinner and drinks. We went to this place in Framingham that we always went to if anyone was home and in the mood for a beer. Everyone was having a good time talking about ours lives, etc. What stood out most to me was Sophia grilling us all about if we were going to get married to our significant others. She proclaimed that she had met Gordon a little while ago and that she knew right away that they would be married.
That’s why a few months ago, I was so thrilled to receive an invitation to Sophia’s wedding. I can’t tell you what I felt when I saw her walk down the aisle but I can tell you that it was fantastic being able to see my long lost best friend on her wedding day. She was so beautiful and so unbelievably happy. I can only hope that when I get married, she’ll be there to support me. So this post is dedicated to my best friends throughout my life, I love you all and I hope to be in your lives for as long as we live. Whether it be in the forefront or not - you are still my best friends, forever.