recap.

the wedding was.... hard. harder than any other one i've been to, for some reason.

but. when, during the prayer before dinner, my sister took my hand, looked at me and smiled, i knew she understood. she didn't have to say a word and i knew she was right there with me.

and. when, after a good cry and a slightly restful night's sleep on saturday, i met my friend D at the pool to vent, talk, laugh and just be our girly selves, i knew that it didn't matter if i had a husband or not-- because i already have a beautiful family of my own. we might be made of up of all those misfits they place at the single table at weddings, but god, we know how to be there for each other!