This last weekend Slate and I drove 7 hours north to Rangley Maine to witness one of my high school friends get married at her family’s beautiful lakeside home. I have written about my childhood friends before and anyone who has been through the trenches of high school and comes out the other side knows that the friends you make then are the friends you keep forever. I love these girls something serious and have come to love all the men in their lives too. When we’re together it feels like one big extended family. Although we are spread both near and far, all came to the great state of Maine to celebrate our dear friend as she wed her dear man.
And celebrate we did…it was the most beautiful three days, so thoughtfully prepared, and filled with so much love. Michelle and Eric’s generous hospitality was evident in every detail. From the welcome bon fire to the beautiful wedding day to the Sunday morning brunch (with the best french toast I’ve had in my life) we crammed that weekend full of as much fun as any of us could possibly stand. There was swimming in the chilly lake both day and night, hiking the trails to the top of the mountain, bon fires, blueberry pie, a lot of dancing, a drink (or two), surprise fireworks, toast after toast of celebration, love, and seasoned advice, tradition and faith, and of course a lot of laughter.
It felt like such an honor to have been there to witness the beginning of their life together and to have had a whole weekend with some of my most favorite people in the world.