This past weekend, my oldest friend married a man who appreciates and uplifts her. She and I met through our parents who went to residency together. We shared dresses as little girls, make-up tips as teenagers, and our dreams as young women. From milk bottles to martini glasses, she's shaped me.
She taught me that confidence is a trait that deserves cultivation and that often, nothing is as curing as a conversation.
I never thought anyone would be good enough for her and I'm elated to be wrong.
(Indian weddings = a flood of color, food, outfits, and rowdy laughter.)
(We had to hide her somewhere before she walked down the aisle and this back office was the only place open!)