The First

Today is the day the first (and oldest I might add) of us three musketeers gets married.  My dad affectionately calls her Blondie.  She's part of the family.  Doesn't even knock when she comes over.  We've been best friends for the majority of my life, some 15 years.

When we were younger she was terribly mean to me.  She beat me up all the time.  One time she had me convinced we couldn't be friends because I had temporarily lost our friendship necklace.  I'm starting to wonder why I stayed friends with her...

In all seriousness, she's a wonderful friend.  Her advise cannot be matched.  Her defensive driving and directional skills are always welcome...as well as her decisiveness.  Is that even a word?  The list goes on, but basically I love this girl.

Anyway, congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Cap!  That is so much easier to spell.  I wish you all the best in your journey.  It's been great seeing you two grow together and I'm looking forward to seeing what God has in store for your future.  I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your wedding.  But, thanks for letting me go see your dress and help with your flowers and hear some of your music!

Kari promised we would watch your wedding video while eating popcorn and drinking pepsi when I get back.  Just saying.  Until then, I'll just be creeping your facebook page for pictures.