Funny the way things start
These two girls will never really know just how grateful I am. At the time it seemed silly: two fifteen year old students laughing at their teacher’s sudden shyness around a certain employee in a record store. They said I was flirting. I said I wasn’t. They said I should give him my number. I said I wouldn’t.
So they did.
And that was that.
Quite how these two became so wrapped up in my social well being, I’m not too sure. Cassie was actually never in my class, but she was on the cheerleading squad I coached. She was the energy and the organisation that kept everything going. I really do believe she secretly cornered girls who thought about skipping practice and made sure that one way or another, they showed up. Beks was certainly in my class. She was one of those students that made me come home and study because I needed to have more than just what was in the lesson plan. If you ever want to talk film critique with a fresh perspective, oh my goodness this is your girl. (She is also the girl that comes to school with a stack of DVDs, sits them on your desk and says I cannot believe you haven’t seen these. And now in retrospect, I can’t believe I hadn’t either.)
Somewhere between cheerleading practice and this summer, they grew up. They now laugh at the silly adventures we have had, from last-minute study sessions in Starbucks to meeting Busted) (and more importantly, Busted’s grandmothers!). But they have serious lives with universities and bills to pay and yet they are still the loveliest of friends. With that perfect little balance of not being so alike that they always see eye to eye, but being alike enough to care and understand and goodness, they are just lovely.
So now I feel pretty darn lucky to still know them and even luckier that they were my bridesmaids. They are now going to separate universities — one east of our house and one west of our house. It has not gone unnoticed that this means our house should be a central meeting point! (They have also checked out and endorsed our local pub so I think this may help the cause.) Because aside from gushy scrapbook pages (and blog posts), I like to tell these girls that they are fabulous to their faces. Because they are. And it never hurts to be reminded. They have certainly done the same for me over the years. It’s what we do.
Oh: I should explain. This starts a random series of wedding posts with photos, scrapbook pages and the words on those pages. To be continued as time & scrappish inspiration allows! Pretty wedding photos by Ben Roberts Photography.
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