The bubbly girl with the polka-dot bag.
That’s how I’ll always remember her, at least. Prancing around campus, with that year round spring in her step. Oh, that Brittany Arbuckle, coming into class a few minutes late again, with a big coffee stain on her t-shirt, which of course happened during one of the fifty high-fives she distributed between her dorm and Old Testament with Mr. Smith. I remember that Brittany Arbuckle very well; she’s talking real fast, and we’re trying to keep up, because boy, she’s got it, whatever it is, and we all want it.
Brittany Arbuckle– I wonder how many boys promised their friends they’d marry you? But alas, [...]

The wedding that felt like a honeymoon;
A photographic memory to hold them over.
The wedding story coming soon.

Their wedding day was fresh;
Fresh like soft cotton, like new linens, like a cool ocean breeze,
Fresh like a sweet kiss followed by a deep breath.
It is spring, and not only is love in the air,
But it’s in his eyes, and her laugh, and their hands– locked tight,
From her cozy home, to the Newport Temple, to Three Arch Bay, to her aunt’s coastal estate,
Following them always: shades of sea blue, friends light on their feet, and the sun rising and sparkling and setting.
I watched her dance with her daddy, while her new husband, hands clasped, stood sensitive to the giving away.
Sensitive to the giving away, but so ready for the receiving.
I [...]

On the topic of weddings, there are only a few things I know:
There are never enough drinks to get me to participate in the YMCA dance.
If the groom sheds a tear at any point during the ceremony, I will sob.
If you’re not sure what to put on the playlist, go with Usher.
And finally: when it comes to weddings, the British do it better.

Here’s the deal: weddings are full of expectations. You attend because you expect something magical to happen. You expect to be thoroughly impressed. And right now you’re like, “No, I just love Tiffany and I’m so happy to finally see her and Jeremy tie the knot…” And I’m [...]