What a perfect, perfect wedding! Even the parts that weren't smooth were bumpy and awkward and hilarious in the way that only that kind of love and celebration can create.
There's nothing like standing on a perfect North Carolina beach and watching one of your oldest and closest and most tangled-up friends get married. Nothing, except running off and drinking the night away with the rest of your closest friends, postulating about the heteronormative paradigm, speaking French in short bursts, flirting with long-haired bridesmaids, successfully slow-dancing with your boyperson, and generally bursting with goodness.
If we can all be blessed with a send-off like that one, with the intensity of affection that pervaded the entire weekend, we're going to grow up just fine.
