Yes, we are at 10 years old in this rendering of a picture. Camp Wingate, Yarmouth, MA. Summer of 1974. You can tell the picture is partially a fake because I was wearing shorts and NOT a skirt.
It was just yesterday. But by the time we are married, it will have been 38 years since we were best friends that summer. In truth, we didn’t know each other from 18-32; and yet, we have always known each other and been inextricably tied one to the other.
Soon, it will be our wedding day. Two little girls holding hands as adults who have been through so much, apart and then together. And we will celebrate all that is us. The good, the not-so-good, the sad, the joyous, and the things still evolving.
We have all we need (enough flatware to serve 24, for example). So, when the invitation asks that in lieu of presents you make a charitable donation and we list a few that are important to us, please abide by our wishes. We have enough and we are healthy and happy and truly there are no greater gifts. Besides, if I have to store your gift in the limited space of a Manhattan apartment, I am going to regret having invited you.
Share our joy; spare our apartment.