Attend 1300's Weddings: Lisa

Somehow I'm not surprised that the one who said she wasn't getting married was the first to walk down the aisle. When I saw a missed call from 7am in the morning one day from her, I knew it meant only one thing. After a text message asking if it's what I think has happened, I received a reply, "I'm getting married!"

Leading up to wedding weekend, all through rehearsal, and even the morning of the ceremony seven months after the proposal, I believed in the back of my mind that Lisa was getting married, but it did not sink in until the pastor declared them Mr. and Mrs. H. and they began walking down the aisle. I turned to the other bridesmaids and declared, "You guys! Lisa is married." So surreal!

One of the cool parts about Lisa and her wedding could 

be reflected in her bridesmaids. There were five of us. And each of us have known Lisa at a different time in her life and in a different capacity. One bridesmaid has been a childhood friend, another an elementary/secondary school friend, one the college roommate

for life, another the cake/frosting eating companion, and another met her towards the end of college and into the transition of the working world as a colleague. Not to say we were talking about her, but one of my favorite parts was sharing stories about the bride-to-be with each other as we looked at her getting ready.

I suppose it would be unfair to talk only about Lisa in this entry and not even mention  her husband, Landon. After I met Landon about two years ago, I told Lisa that I could tell he had it BAD for her. I'm not sure if it was a subtle twinkle in his eye or the way he looked/talked to her, but I knew.  I'm not going into the details of the courtship but Lisa knows I will NEVER let her live down the work Landon put in! He is a great guy and I look forward to great times with the two of them.

It's still scary and crazy that my friends are starting to get married. Exciting and fun and happy but still scary. We are growing older! I look forward to the days of hearing about other milestones in each other's lives. From buying a house, starting a family, moving, careers, I look forward to them with anticipation and cannot wait to sit back and reminisce about the stupid, silly and HILARIOUS things we've done in our days. 

P.S. Megan, Christie and I have taken dibs on who is next, and based on our track record we aren't too sure who it'll be. So maybe this will be the only post on this topic for quite a few years. Let's hope there will still be internet and blogs by the time that comes around.

Write Myself a Note and Leave it in a Book in a Library for 20 years

Actually did this over a month ago. But then life jumped into superspeed gear and I was all over the place, literally. Now that things have settled down (kind of) time to get down to writing.

 It seems easy to knock this quest out, right? Right a note, stick it in a book and cross this one off the list. Well, I wanted to pick a library that I was certain I would return to. Somehow, the Ed. library didn’t seem fitting as I have no connection to that town. So, why not Boatwright Memorial Library? A place that should be standing for 20 years to come, right? A place where I will undoubtedly frequent.  With the opportunity to be back in Richmond a while ago, the opportunity presented itself. Now it came down to writing.

There’s something to be said for writing yourself a letter and leaving it in a public place to possibly be read by another person. Unlike a diary that stays with you for your occasional perusal, writing a letter and leaving it for a given amount of time is like your own time capsule.  What you write, the style of your writing, the emotions you are feeling, what’s going on around you at the time, all play a part in what you write, or don’t.

I know that my note was filled with anxiety, anticipation and excitement towards the future as at the time, my life had reached a crossroad, one that as I am writing this post, I have crossed.

Once I wrote the letter, the next part came in deciding where to put it. I didn’t want a book or section of the library so easily used or accessed that in days’ time someone would come across it. If it were up to me, no one would ever come across it.

So, I picked a section of the library representative of my time at UR followed by a title that I think also represents a lot of my studies. Slipped the note and left the library with a smile on my face and wondering if it will be there when I return. And while I’m tempted to check on it each time I set foot on campus, I’ll refrain because, where’s the fun in that?! Can’t wait until the post where I go back and read it and laugh to myself about what I wrote and where my life has since taken me.

Here's a copy of the cover of the book with the title, call number and other parts erased, just in case you find yourself in Richmond, at UR, in the libes, etc. and want to know what I wrote. Plus, I had to take a pic of the book and the call number so I could remember were I put the note!