Dear Supper Club and Extended Family,
Since the minute I got the “I proposed, we’re getting married” call from Brandon, I knew I would cry the whole wedding day. And I did. I cried so hard my false eyelashes came right off. I was beyond honored to witness this love story get its moment.
Getting a chance to celebrate this big love helped pull me out of a really confusing time in my life where nothing felt certain. Honoring these friendships that have stood the test of distance and time felt like coming home. It offered me a chance to reflect and reminded me who I am and what I want. Thank you all for so many incredible moments this weekend, but most importantly, thank you for showing up in my life, thank you for seeing me, thank you for knowing me, thank you for sharing your life with me, thank you for being in my family forever. I am overwhelmed with a sense of excitement about what’s next for me and for all of us.
Not everyone can get married and radiate that amount of positive energy, reflection, and inspiration. Knowing that amount of incredible humans and assembling them to just hug each other, literally and figuratively, for four days straight could possibly solve all our collective problems. The problem is it’s rare, which is why it’s so powerful. Maybe there isn’t a word in the English language to truly articulate its significance or aesthetic, but it’s somewhere between the feeling of seeing someone you love for the first time in years and remembering the first time you realized they were going to be your forever friend.
As we drove back from The Improv Shop on Saturday night, the realization that this weekend was over hovered above me and I felt so sad. I sighed out, “I’m sure we’ll see each other soon.” Pat responded, “Well, I always think we’ll be seeing each other soon.”
I had the time of my life and we’ll be seeing each other soon.