A toast

When I was six years old, I found a chubby little blonde girl playing alone at recess. I asked if she wanted to play with me on the jungle gym. We have been friends since that moment, together for choir concerts and dance shows, through summer camp, though our first loves, through the death of another dear friend. We don’t see each other much anymore, but I still love her as a sister, and I will always remember us as the best pair of friends that our little corner of the world has ever, or will ever see.

Tomorrow, that chubby blonde girl (who has grown to be a sleek and lovely redhead) is getting married. Because of several outside circumstances, I will not be there. It breaks my heart knowing that I won’t see Chelsea kiss her husband for the first time, but as an honorary bridesmaid, I would be neglecting my duties if I didn’t offer some sort of toast.

My Chelsea: We have taken so many of life’s journeys together, hand in hand, and attached at the hip. I’m sorry that I can’t be there when you embark on this new adventure, but I am confident that you find all the happiness in the world. And when things get hard, because that’s the way of marriage, I don’t know of a stronger will or a better heart that will face the challenges head on and always shine victoriously. I love you with all my heart, and I am so proud of you. And, though you’re the only one who will understand this, I hope that your married life is everything that a Unicorn Princess deserves.

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