Anyone in Becca’s or my orbit knows we have a special friendship. Perhaps it’s the inevitable intimacy that comes with early-morning grumpiness and aging bodies. But I also chalk it up to hundreds of miles and hours of time together, undivided. For sure, the belly laughs and big cries are most memorable, but the real glue is the little stuff. We worry, we vent, and we share life’s tiny joys. And conversation always spills over to the people we love. For such dramatically different people, Becca and I fundamentally get each other because, to borrow her words, we “love the sh*t” out of our family and friends.
After my sweet pal got engaged to Joe, we often chatted while pounding the pavement about what their wedding might look like. Becca and Joe struggled in the wake of their engagement with how to juggle the outpouring of affection they received with celebrating their lives to come. Both are wonderfully spoiled with loving parents, siblings they adore, and friends near and far who fill their lives with happiness. Ultimately, Bec and Joe decided to keep things simple, exchanging vows only with Becca’s daughter, Taylor, by their sides. In many ways, it was hard because Becca and Joe risked hurting people they loved. But they also felt so deeply supported that they banked on their nearest and dearest understanding and being with them in spirit.
On Saturday, May 27, I had the honor of leading Becca and Joe through their vows under a tree by the Charles River. I wept from start to finish. There it was. Love in its purest form. Husband and wife. Parents and child. The goodwill of a community who got them to that riverbank and will carry them well beyond, through thick and thin, the good days and the tough ones. Becca, Joe and Taylor, I love the [bananas] out of you and am so happy to share with you, your family and your friends, your happily ever after.