Good Sunday, all!
I hope you're all well and enjoying a relaxing weekend. I'm on cloud 9 here in Chicago as I look out my window over Lake Shore Drive and the harbor with the lake stretched out behind the tree line. Yesterday was the wedding of two of my favorite people in the world. It's been an honor to know them and call them my friends. Their day was nothing short of glorious, from the weather to the huge gathering of friends and family to celebrate, from the flowers to the trolleys, from the music to the OUTSTANDING second reading (that may or may not have been me...); the entire day was perfect.
I met Adam in high school. He and I were both in Mrs. Williams' Honors English 10 class. We weren't the guys that always sat in the back, nor did we become so close that we if made a point of sitting in close proximity through the year. We simply relished making each other laugh by oh-so-subtley poking fun at our often kooky teacher. Smart she was, but the British would probably call her daft. The two of us never really took on to being friends until the following summer when I joined marching band. Adam and I were always similar in how we treated those around us and interacted with younger students. We were both pretty well-liked and somehow, I couldn't tell you exactly how it came about for the life of me, we just became good friends. Maybe it was rides on the bus to/from games or competitions, perhaps a shared love of inside jokes that may have bordered on mean if they got too far outside the "inner circle". Regardless, somehow we just clicked and the rest is history.
After high school, we both spent out undergraduate years at Miami University. Our first year, we lived pretty far from each other, which was intensified by the fact that I had TWO knee surgeries throughout that year--one in late June, just seven weeks before first semester started, and the other over Christmas break with just two weeks to heal before returning to the frozen tundra of southwest Ohio. However, we had lunch together most days with Adam's roommates Jon and Josh, also friends from high school. We all had Friday afternoons free somehow and had Friday Nap Time after lunch. The part that makes this tradition a little out of the ordinary for a group of guys is that we would always pop in a movie. And not just ANY movie, it was nine times out of ten a movie MUSICAL. The Music Man is one of Adam's all-time favorites, so we had that on quite a few times throughout that first semester.
During band camp the summer between our freshman and sophomore years, Adam met Kara, who was also in the saxophone section in the marching band. He had corrected her style in playing one of the bands staple bandstand songs and Kara must have thought he was sweet or something because word had kind of gotten around in the fall that she had a crush on him, or something to that effect. Now, throughout this weekend of the wedding, I've heard many different stories as to how Adam and Kara got together. Some say it was because of that one time Adam corrected her, but he was really sweet about it. Someone else said it was all because Adam was left-handed. (If being left-handed is all it takes, I should have been married by now...) The way I see it, Adam and Kara are a product of my meddling--and I AM DAMN PROUD OF THAT!
Here's the story: for the first time in Adam's life, he had a girl-predicament on his hands. This is not to say Adam didn't have girls fawning over him before, I mean, dear Lord he was the SAXOPHONE SECTION LEADER IN MARCHING BAND--he had a following, kids. But now he had two girls that he saw great attributes in both, which was very true. They were both beautiful girls that are very smart, funny, talented, etc.; all the things you label as good qualities before you start really getting to know someone to the point where those qualities don't even scratch the surface of what makes this person amazing. I had met both girls and thought highly of both. But what it came down to for me was Kara was funny, fun-loving, gentle, and good-hearted. More importantly, she thought Adam was almost as funny as he thought he was. So when he approached me with this girl-predicament one beautiful fall day in Oxford, OH, as we walked to Uptown, the choice was clear. Now, nine and a half years later, they are married and, as I told Adam last night, I couldn't be happier for anyone else.
Now I get to love on Kara for a bit. It's hard for me to pinpoint specific moments with Kara where I just thought, "This girls rocks!", simply because that's how every moment with her is. I think it was a marching band cook out or something like that where I first met Kara. Immediately, I gravitated towards her warmth and welcoming personality. There was never an awkward moment with her because, at least for my part, I felt I had known Kara already. It's not like we were soul mates or anything like that, but she has always been the kind of person who can make you feel like you've known each other for years. From then on, I was excited to hang out with Kara because I never felt like I had to be anything other than just me--that's a very uncommon trait to come by in college-age people because everyone's trying to impress everyone. Even now, after all these years, and all this time spent making something of myself in New York, I still get excited to see Kara because I know that I can just be me and I'm going to be loved by the best woman I could ever want for my buddy Adam.
It amazes me how fast time can just fly. It's been nearly 14 years since Adam and I first met in that English class and almost 10 years since I first met Kara. My only wish is that somewhere in that time, they've come to know just how much I love them and could not be more blessed and honored to be their friend and have the privilege of spending this weekend celebrating them as we sent them off into their "Happily Ever After"...
Until next time...
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