The 3 of us have been dating for close to 2 years now.
While it may be difficult for anyone else to understand, it’s a pretty perfect arrangement. Dinners, drinking, date nights. When plans are being made, I’m an automatic part of them. I’ve never felt like a third wheel, and I don’t have to sleep with anyone. Perfection.
Our relationship is about to change drastically.
Because they are getting married this weekend.
I’ve asked repeatedly, Where exactly in the ceremony do I get to say my vows?
I ask this in jest. They answer in chuckles. But I know the truth.
On Saturday, the two of them become one.
Someone, please pass me the tissues.
I’ve written my vows. I don’t get to say them aloud during the ceremony, and apparently I don’t get any new jewelry as part of this deal. But I can assure you, these were written not at all in jest.
I know exactly how you feel today. And not just because I’ve stood in a white dress and exchanged vows before.
I don’t know if there exist two more complementary individuals, two more loving, caring partners, two more smart, funny, talented people than you two. You are meant for each other, and as fantastic as you both are alone, you are best together. Your love is enviable and contagious.
This is the day after which life will never be the same. And I know exactly how you feel today because my life hasn’t been the same since our friendship began.
I consider our friendship to be one of the great blessings of my life. One which I will likely never deserve, but one for which I am grateful.
There is no place I would rather be than watching you two exchange vows. Thank you for including me in your wedding day. Thank you for including me in your lives.
I love you both dearly.
Seriously, tissues, please. These tears. Liquid joy.
Congratulations.
And as an added wedding present, I promise not to sleep with any groomsmen or ushers.
Again.
