On Marrying Off My Best Friend
Two days ago I married off my best friend. Yes, I can say that. Just like her parents can say they married their little girl off, I get to say that I married my best friend off — I HAVE BFF RIGHTS! I’ve known her since we were a year old and have managed to remain best friends through it all. And I mean *all* — international relocations, really bad decision making, boyfriends, political discussions and everything in between.
To say that I’m happy for her would be the understatement of the century. She’s been through the ringer when it comes to her relationship status. Her now-husband is the luckiest man alive.
It’s beyond comforting to know that this girl, who I’ve been so protective over my whole life, found a MAN who’ll do the same.
The day of the wedding was chaotic and wonderful. There were so many emotions running rampant through us both. There were tears, spilled coffee, hours of hair and makeup, sore feet, foggy heads, and bursting hearts. I broke down my feelings and thoughts into four stages from the beginning of the wedding day to the very end.
1. Excitement. I’m getting my hair and makeup done professionally and feel like Beyonce.
Just because she was the one getting married, doesn’t mean I can’t bring it too. After all, the entire day will be spent in front of photographers documenting errything. I started my day by waltzing into the salon I so diligently researched, carrying two huge bags, my dress and a giant cup of coffee.
As I was sitting in the chair getting fancied up, my mind kept bringing up memories from my childhood with her. We did so many things together, gone through so much. There were walks to elementary school, afternoon homework assignments, sleepovers, fights, makeups, and laughing. So much laughing.
The memories were the best way to start the day.
2. Awe. I’m sitting in the hotel room looking at my best friend get ready for her wedding.
Once hair and makeup was good to go, I cabbed it over to the hotel my best friend was getting ready at. This is when the butterflies started. Butterflies that are SO MUCH better than the ones I get before a date, this was like they were on speed! I remember knocking on the hotel room door waiting to see her in the little white nightgown she was wearing to get ready in. She was just so adorable!
I was with her and her sister while she was getting her own hair and makeup done. When the pros finished their job, she looked like a doll (or ‘buba’ like I call her in Hebrew). Her excitement and nerves were infectious, we were laughing and bouncing around the room. When her husband came in to see her for the first time, that moment she turned around to face him as his bride, the look on his face was priceless. It’s like in the movies when the bride walks down the aisle but you look at the groom’s face instead to see his reaction — THAT, THAT’S my favorite part.
3. Elation. I’m crying my eyes out as she walks down the aisle and marries her new best friend.
Despite the fact that I was with her the whole day, there was nothing the could have prepared me for how emotional I got when she walked down the aisle with her mom and dad on each side of her. I lost it. When she got to the chuppah surrounded by her family, her husband and his family, everything seemed so right. The rabbi was personable and touching, making the waterworks come on endlessly.
4. Exhaustion. It’s 1:00 AM, I’m emotionally spent and thoroughly blissed out.
After the chuppah came the dinner and party. I was on my feet as soon as the music started, making sure my now-married best friend was having the best time. Needless to say, we were all three sheets to the wind by 11:00 PM. We were dancing like mad people, jumping around, singing to each other (you know you do it too, don’t judge me), high on love.
By 1:00 AM I was done.
Between getting up early, spending the day helping her get prepped and ready, becoming a total emotional blob and dancing like it was my cardio workout, I was euphoric over how smoothly the events of the day went and knew my job was done and that it was my time to crawl into bed (after taking off the fake lashes, of course) and call it.