Monday, April 20, 2009

seven years.

Seven years ago right now I was hanging out with my friends at the Graystone Inn in Wilmington, North Carolina. It was unseasonably hot and humid, and we were laying low, checking on reception details, waiting for it too cool off a little so I could think about putting on that heavy silk dress. A small package arrived - beautifully set diamond earrings, one of which had belonged to my grandmother Edith, the other was chosen to match - with a note:

I don't know if you know the Ben Folds song, but he did, and he knew that I cried every time I heard it. (Luckily I hadn't done my makeup yet - no mascara to fix!)

It's been a great seven years. Challenging, rewarding, difficult, and more fun than I ever imagined. Thank you so much, Andrew - I think actually? I am the luckiest.