Close Your Eyes and Think of Me.......

I saw this postcard today on Postsecret.com. I wait patiently until Sunday morning to see new and fresh postcards. Some are sad, some funny, others are insightful and I may connect with the words written or printed on the back of the anonymous card.

Today this card spoke caught my eye. I know it's not from her. After 25 years, I'd recognize her handwriting anywhere. For an instant though, I thought it could be. As I read the message scrawled on the back of this card I realized there are so many inaccuracies written inside. If it were from her, she didn't lose me. She purposely left me sitting on a corner bench wondering what the hell happened. If I were very important to her, she'd have found the ability to talk to me before things broke. Lastly, I do know how to contact her but I no longer want to. I'm not lost anymore and I'm no longer her friend, best or otherwise.

In some ways I owe this person out there in the ethos some gratitude. I've wondered what I would do if she wrote to me or tried to contact me. I have an answer.

Don't Stop Believin'

Eleven years ago I entered the Elwell Hall and was emeshed in the college freshman scene. Only a few doors down was a girl I'd only said "hi" to in the hall and by twist of fate and a late night food craving we became the best of friends. On October 25, 2008 I had the immense honor of standing beside Maggie as she wed the love of her life, Sean Greecher.

So, here are pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Greecher:
Shayne, Michaela, and me.
Maggie's niece, Michaela
The bridal suite
Had it not rained we would have been outside enjoying the view of Lake Nockamixon

Taking a sneak peek at the new ceremony space.

Mr. and Mrs. Greecher

Kate, Maggie, and me

Finally, the sacrifice of all those cake tastings comes to fruition.

Maggie's lovely centerpieces

Kate, me, Maris, and Jen V.

My favorite bridesmaid, Maris

Kate and me

Me with the bride and groom

Eleven years later