The other weekend, life hit me
hard. Not just life, but the fact
that I’m old. I know that 22 doesn’t seem old to a
lot of people, but I have been on this earth for 22 years!! What made this such a jolting
realization, you ask? My best
friend throughout all of high school got married. In the same month, she had a baby girl as well. Olivia. She is the cutest, most well behaved one-month year old
anyone could ask for. I’m not sure
it was such a great idea to have her at the reception the whole time, but she
seemed content enough. The entire
time I did not hear a sound out of that little girl!
Julia
has changed so much since I first met her. She was truly the best, best friend, ever. We helped each other grow a lot while
we were close. She helped me become
more confident and outgoing (I used to be so scared to talk to people I didn’t
know well) and I helped her become able to show emotion. Before she met me she had a tough
exterior, was bitter about love and marriage, and believed she would spend the
rest of her life solo. People knew
not to mess with her because though she was small, she was a firecracker. I met her the first day in math
class. Our assigned seats were
right next to each other, and as we both sat down she introduced herself. For some reason I wasn’t nearly as
nervous to talk to her, so we began joking around throughout the whole class.
The rest was history.
As I sat between my mom, and my
boyfriend Dave, I admired Julia as she, her new husband, Nick, and baby girl twirled
around in circles in the first dance as husband and wife. They looked so happy together, and I was so happy for
her. Happy that her life had
changed so much, and happy that although she used to be the most bitter little
thing, she found love.
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