Sunday, March 18, 2012

Maid of Honour

When I got engaged, I went straight to my parents house to celebrate.
My family, my fiance (and myself) wanted to tell everyone but I had one rule.
Once my parents & my brothers know, my best friend has to be next to know, before anyone else.
I remember the second I told her, she screamed & cried, and we hugged for a long time.
Louise is not a hugger and certainly not a crier, so that was very important.
As soon as we came out of the hug I asked her without any hesitation to be my maid of honour and of course she said yes.
After I had told her, my whole family had their phones out, letting people know the exciting news.

Louise has been my best friend since I was 13.
We have quite literally grown up together, and we have been through so much together.

Once when I was 16, my mum busting me smoking out my bedroom window.
Louise was next to me sharing my cigarette and spraying perfume insisting it would cover the smell.
She was there the day Nick asked me to be his girlfriend.
She was there for me when my mum had a heart attack.
She was there with me for all my teenage fashion faux pas, from my goth phase, to my blonde phase.
Neither of us are huge on emotion, but I just wanted to put it out there how amazing she is and how lucky I am to have her.

She has been by my side through absolutely everything in the last 9 years.
She knows me like nobody else and we share an unbreakable bond.

In terms of being my maid of honour, I know that no better person exists for the job.
She has bought me bridal magazines, started her own wedding planner, accompanied me to bridal fairs, looked at wedding dresses/shoes with me, helped me research the reputation of various companies, calmed me down when I'm angry or upset, done her own research, booked appointments, given me ideas and has generally been the best friend a person could ask for.

Louise is my maid of honour, but she will also be the godmother of any children I have.
It feels amazing to know that I literally have a friend for life.
I can see us having neighbouring rooms in a nursing home when we're 80.

Where it all began... 

[high school]
We share that many inside jokes that I feel sorry for people around us as we've been told half the time we talk nothing makes sense.
It makes sense to us.

I hope that everyone is lucky enough to have a best friend like mine.
There really is nothing like it.

1 comment: