There’s a lot of things in this life that I take serious.
Being a mother.
Being a wife.
Being a daughter.
Being a friend.
Being a Christian.
Being a Matron-of-Honor.
To me, a Matron-of-Honor means that someone cherishes your friendship enough to ask you to be their #1 on the biggest day of their life. A place and status I never feel worthy of.
I grew up as an only child. I remember vividly thinking to myself during my high school years, when you are dreaming of getting married and watching your friends get married, that I would never be a maid of honor since I didn’t have a sister.
I always longed for a sister. My parents tried to have more kids, but they weren’t even supposed to be able to have me.
I never got that sister that I always wanted.
At least not by blood.
But I got more than a sister when I met my wonderful friend Katie. We met when we were just wee little ones at a dance academy in our local town. She was from the town over, but we ended up taking tap, jazz and ballet together from the time we were walking until jr. high.
When high school came and neither of us were still taking dance at the same place, we lost touch. But nearly 5 years ago we reconnected.
And when we did? It felt like we never missed a beat.
I’m surrounded by boys all day every day. EVERY SINGLE DAY. <—you feel me?
Do y’all know how important it is for me to have HER?
My best friend. My sister. My person.
I would imagine that anyone who has a sister knows that special bond that you share…the bond that can’t be described.
And while I might not know exactly what that feels like? I think I’ve got something pretty darn close when it comes to my Kate.
When I’m having a crappy day? I call her. And ten times out of ten…I hang up and I feel instantly better.
When I have good news to share? I call her. And ten times out of ten…she’s genuinely happy for me as if it was something good happening to her.
When I need guidance? I call her. And ten times out of ten…she gives me better advice than any therapist ever could.
When I need a quick lunch date? I call her. And ten times out of ten…she meets me at Chilis with little to no notice.
I feel honored and humbled and beyond blessed that she chose me to stand next to her on one of the most important days of her life.
She’s the person who keeps me sane. She’s the one who talks me off the ledge when I’m ready to go crazy with all these boys. She’s the one who knows me better than I know myself.
And she’s the one I can’t wait to watch marry the love of her life.
I must say, she snagged a good one. I mean, if he can regulate the Rose boys…you know he’s a keeper.
What about all you ladies out there without real sisters…do you have a friend that you call your sister?