Always the Bridesmaid
Yesterday I celebrated the union of one of my best friends. It was a wonderfully sweet wedding and I could not be happier for Cicily.
Cicily, like many of my other friends, has had her share of bad relationships, men not deserving of her big heart and men who took her for granted. I hope James Byrd III knows how lucky he really is to marry a woman who is so beautiful, warm, caring, intelligent, funny and loyal.
We met at UVa. She tells some over dramatic story about me being smug when we first met. Those details aren’t important, but what is important is that we’ve been friends for more than 10 years.
Caught by the paparazzi.
We’ve had some pretty entertaining times in college and stories that are legendary. We’ve laughed together, cried together and been there for each other through life’s ups and downs. She’s even flown out to Chicago to help me drive back to Virginia when I left Northwestern in 2003. I helped her study for an accounting exam (she has her MBA) on the drive back. I sat on her mother’s front porch holding her hand after her father’s death. She’s talked me off the ledge (and James) when I was having relationship problems. I’ve given her the kick in the butt when she needed it and she’s yelled at me as well. Well, she doesn’t yell, but you know when she’s disappointed in you. She’s the kind of friend that knows how I take my coffee, but more important, knows when I need liquor in my coffee. I would go to the moon and back for her.
To see Cicily so happy yesterday and so peaceful made my heart cry with joy. I am thrilled that she has found someone who loves her more than anything and I know James will take the very best care of her.
Mrs. Cicily & Mr. James Byrd III
This time I wasn’t a bridesmaid as she didn’t want my work to interfere with the wedding. She understands that I have no work/life balance, so I was involved in the ceremony another way. When we first talked about this, I was employed and football would be right around the corner. As I look back, I honestly don’t know if I would have been at yesterday’s ceremony—a week before camp begins. Everything happens for a reason.
I was honored to share in their special day as I read e.e cumming’s I carry your heart with me.
We’re down to the final two single members of Itappa Kegga. I conveniently ducked out of the wedding before the bridal bouquet was tossed. We could spend hours reading into that…
I love you, Mrs. Byrd and elated for your new life.