To my almost Mrs.,
Where do I begin? It’s so hard to believe that it’s been seven years since we became friends. You’ve been dealing with my shit for SEVEN YEARS and I couldn’t possibly be more grateful. My mom always told me a best friend would show up on my doorstep with a gallon of milk at 2AM if I called and said I needed one. Although we both know at first you’d tell me to f*ck off, I’m so #blessed to put you in a category of people who are there for me unconditionally- even when I’m not deserving.
I’m not one to be sappy or gush about love. You and I both know it’s not in my nature, but if some day way (wayyyyyy) down the road it does happen for me, I won’t settle for anything less than what you and your groom have. The fact that you two have found each other is nothing short of magic, and I could not think of two people more deserving. The both of you manage to be hysterical, witty, and intelligent, yet still so incredibly understanding, caring, and humble. I’m honored to know you both separately, but together you make a couple that I know will be in it for the long haul.
And while I can’t wait to visit you in your first house in the Pacific Northwest, buy my tickets to see his first film in theaters, and chase your little ones around your backyard; I will always, always remember singing “Amarillo Sky” on Wooster, drunken fraternity date parties, and the first time I met my sunshine during sorority recruitment.
I love you more than words, and congratulations on marrying the love of your life.