A wedding is a delightful bouquet of laughs, happy tears, celebrations laced with warm strands of excitement. These feelings multiply a thousand times when the people getting married are your BEST FRIENDS! Just last week, I made a whirlwind three-day trip to see two of my bestest friends tie the knot. Those three days are a blur and the focus remains on the most intense feelings I have ever experienced.
We were a tight bunch during graduate school – the bride being my roommate ❤ and the groom being my “Obi-Wan” – HIS WORDS! We have seen each other go through our best and worst – living, sleeping, eating, studying, partying, exercising, roaming together. Our biggest achievements and toughest struggles were witnessed and influenced by each other. A bond for life – irrespective of time, space and distance *touch wood*
So about these two. They were NOT dating in school. Sure feelings were rippling beneath the calm, but they took their own sweet time and a big shove from me to finally acknowledge the elephant in the room. The rest as they say is history. They are now joined in holy matrimony for atleast seven lifetimes together… And even me!!! I have been adopted and guaranteed a room with Nutella WHEREVER they stay; so yay for seven lifetimes of Nutella! 🙂
I didn’t realize that this will be a tumultuous joy-ride even for me. How perspectives change! We aren’t just a gang now, it is a family. I cannot brag roomie rights anymore. No more “single girl” night-out plans. No more ideas of getting a place together with separate rooms and dating lives where home would be just us. We will not be poking fun at his non-existent flirting skills now. Soon responsibility will start creeping in with the terms mortgage and joint accounts. A nest is being built but suddenly I am not sure where exactly I fall.
I was a “bridesmaid” but as he liked to put it, he had placed a spy on the inside. The levels of interaction and closeness changed. In some ways they strengthened and in some ways they felt plain odd. For example, when the groom’s family came, I was an integral part of the welcoming party – which meant offering him sweets and coffee on a TRAY with a demure smile instead of shoving it in his face. Now this was different. This was weird. I call it a mark of true love that I feel for them! 😀
Everything is changing and the way I see it – it is the sweetest change. I still get those girlish bursts of excitement just thinking about them! They are together and will always have each other to hold on to.
I reach out and to my joy, there is a hand holding me too 🙂