My mom CC'd me on an email today to one of her dear friends Kris, whose daughter was one of my childhood friends, Brittany.
"Kris, please forward this to Brittany. I found this the other day in a box of old photos. I researched it in my photo albums, and determined that is is October of 1993. Elise and Brittany are 5 and 6 years old. 18 years later they are both getting married within weeks of each other. (In October). Isn't this so precious? BETH"
The picture that was attached:
This makes me smile because:
1.) It reminds me that all my friends who were younger than I was, were always taller than I was too. I remember being very insecure about this. Maybe that's why I liked gymnastics. It's where the short kids played.
2.) It begs the question, where on earth did we find those amazing dresses? Steals. And how will be possibly outdo ourselves on the real days?
3.) It amazes me that somehow we sensed that we'd be October brides...even at 5 and 6. Astute, we were.
4.) It serves as another reminder of how ironically terrifical life can be.
Congrats Brittany! Apparently our destinies have been fulfilled!