My dear friend Ingrid got married today. A cluster of us started out the day with her, getting pedicures and eating doughnuts. Cindy and I went with her to the salon for her updo and later did her make-up and helped her into her dress. I spent the day on the verge of happy tears, feeling such jubilation for my friend.
Ingrid and I met at the UU church here in Philadelphia in the fall of 2002 and instantly became friends. Truly, there were no preliminaries. One moment, we were strangers and the next we were friends who felt like we’d known each other for years and years. Soon Cindy joined us and we spent the next four years nearly inseparable (we were often joined by Una, Lara, Jen or Georgia).
There was a stretch of time when we spent nearly every weekend together, from drinks out on Friday night, to thrifts on Saturday and brunch on Sunday. Of course, life always changes. In 2006, Ingrid moved back to Texas to be closer to her family. Soon after, Cindy moved to Washington, D.C. to take a job at Georgetown. And I headed off into grad school and my relationship with Scott.
However, we are still so lucky. Time and distance have not dampened this precious friendship. When I see Ingrid (or Cindy too), it’s like no time has passed all. We pick up like we’d seen one another the week before. I realize that it’s cliche to say, but they are more sisters than friends.
And now Ingrid is married, to a man she adores and I just could not possibly be happier for her.
If you’re curious, there are more pictures from the weekend here.