The Other Jennifer Fabulous

My sister is getting married.

Well, not my REAL sister, but one of my oldest and dearest friends.

Her name is Jenn. She lives four hours away in another state. She's freaking AMAZING.

I still remember the first time we met. We were in middle school, sitting at the same table during lunch, and our first real conversation involved one of her school assignments. It was something to do with writing a letter to a fake family, I believe. I introduced myself by suggesting that she actually send the letter to the address written in the textbook. I told her with my naive 13-year-old confidence that if the family was actually real and she got a response back, her English teacher would give her extra credit and she would be a school legend. Well, we actually mailed the letter to the Smith family at their address (I think it was 123 Main Street, Greenwich, Connecticut). We never got a response, of course. But a sisterhood had blossomed.



We quickly became known as the Two Jennifers. We were the same height, had the same sense of humor, and the same personality. She was the blond version, I was the racially ambiguous one.



Junior year of high school, I was rudely transported by my family to Ohio (14 hours away). Jenn and I kept in touch through e-mail, phone calls, and the occasional snail mail.

When I moved closer to my old hometown, however, we started visiting each other more often and regained our closeness.

...and now she's getting married.

This isn't strange. I'm 26 and have loads of friends already hitched. But it still feels weird to me. It seems like yesterday when we were giggling at sleepovers about what our weddings would be like. When we fantasized about who those future husbands would be. When we promised each other that we would be bridesmaids in each other's weddings. When we promised our kids would grow up like cousins.

And now it's actually begun. Reality is sinking in.

I'm nervous for Jenn, but I'm also really excited. After all, I'm not LOSING her. I'm just going to be sharing her with the man of her dreams. That makes me happy. But I guess this action sort of symbolizes, or cements, our adulthood.

We're not kids anymore...



I'm actually going to be out of town for the wedding for the next few days, so I won't be posting anything new until Monday. It will probably be lots of photos of the wedding, plus any crazy stories about my bridesmaid adventures. (If I'm drunk enough at the reception, I'm sure there will be PLENTY of things to share).

Have a great weekend!