Maid of Honor Mayhem

My best childhood friend got married today, and I was her maid of honor. It was a wonderful day, and I was truly honored to be a part of it. There wasn’t any wedding drama. Ironically, the drama was all mine.

I’ve been battling a cold for roughly a week, and the pressure in my ears got so bad this morning that I found myself at an urgent care clinic in between my hair appointment and pictures at the church.

The doctor that I saw was young, good looking, appeared to be single, and kept staring at me.

“You know… I took a girl in a wheelchair who had cerebral palsy to senior brunch in high school,” he finally explained, with as shy smile. “Her name was Bridget too.”

I now have a doctors' note to keep me from flying if needs be. Turns out I have a really bad ear infection. It’s totally up in the air (or not) whether I’ll be able to return home to Chicago tomorrow.

Still, being part of this wedding meant more to me than I can say. Right now, as I type this with my parents' golden retriever asleep at my feet, I can say that it’s good to have friends who knew you when you were young, and who still know you well enough to start a conversation mid-sentence.