Six years ago (six?!) I moved to a place that I lived in for only about half a year and yet it, and the people I met there, dug their way into my heart and made this incredible shift in my life. One of those people, who I met almost exactly six years ago when he drove up from Texas to Wyoming, got married this weekend and I feel so lucky to have him and now his amazing, beautiful wife (who has the best taste in music!) in my life. There are few people I feel completely at home with, but he is one of them and to see him happier than I ever really means the world to me.
Throughout the weekend, I thought so much about the three of us, K, A and I, and all that we did – the hikes and drives around lakes and running into freezing, nearly heart-stoppingly cold water, and how many hours we would spend on rocks warm from the sun talking about the future. Now, the three of us are married, one of us has two insanely adorable children, and all of us seemed to have, somehow, navigated this life so that it not only makes sense, but makes us happy.
So, here’s to friendship and how it makes everything in this super confusing world make a little more sense.
