I'll Be There?
Dia & Jessica, San Francisco
Written by their friend, Megan
When I found out I was getting married, Dia was the first person I called.
She screamed so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear, like she was sitting next to me instead of a million miles away in San Fransisco.
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Dia and Jessica
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"WHEN!" she yelled. "HOW'D HE PROPOSE, WHAT DID YOU SAY, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR!" This is how best friends do weddings: the questions and planning and silly, excited yelling, even when they live on other sides of the country. When Christopher and I got married-on a beach on Lake Michigan, not far from where Dia and I grew up-she was the one who helped me get dressed. She was the one who brought me bourbon so I'd calm down.
She was the one who said, when I got back from the salon, "What did that woman DO to your make- up? Here, let me fix it," and as the sun went down and I kissed my new husband for the very first time, I looked up at Dia and her girlfriend Jessica, the two of them crying and holding each other and that's when I started crying, too; because we were so damn lucky to have them there. To be able, on our wedding day, to have such an example of love and commitment and connection as these two women-to look at them together and think, I, too, can have a relationship like that. I can have that strong a love, 'cause man-oh-man, those two are crazy about each other.
I remember when Dia first moved to the West Coast and called me late one night to whisper, "Oh my God, I met someone. Like, I mean, this might be, I mean, who knows-" and FYI: I've known Dia for years and never before had I heard her tongue- tied. That was forever ago, and they're still just as new-love-silly with each other, but there's also the rough stuff they've fought their way through, the helping and the talking and the planning and the compromise that two people do when they're in a relationship that's going to last.
Dia and I can't use the phrase "best friend" to describe each other anymore; we're both with our best friend. But I'll tell you what: the day she tells me she's getting married, I'm going to scream so loud her ears will blow smoke. And I'm going to call her every day, asking, "HOW'RE YOU GOING TO DO IT, WHERE'RE YOU GONNA REGISTER, WHAT ABOUT THE CAKE?" I'm going to be there, fixing her dress. I'm going to be there, bringing her bourbon. I'm going to be there, redoing her make-up, and as the sun goes down, after she kisses her new wife for the very first time, she's going to look out at her all her friends and family and see me there. I'll be crying, gripping my husband's hand, so damn happy that I get to share her in wedding day and the years and years of marriage these two beautiful women have to come.
And FYI: after they have their first dance, I better be the first one to dance with Jessica. We're trying to come up with a song, me and her. Date Created: 9/25/2007
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