I met KJY in Mrs. Keresty’s third grade class. We both were pretty big nerds (I had glasses the size of my face and KJY wore fedoras). I was probably a bigger dork because I bought a fedora after seeing her with one. Anyway, we went through a lot together (beans flung at the ceiling, relatively raw chicken in my grandpa’s trailer, bushwhacking up a mountain, Ho-Ho’s antics, filling pools with garbage bags full of warm water, softball losing streaks, making our own perfume from lilacs [FAIL], watching Overboard and Labyrinth on repeat, etc.) All the while we talked about our respective weddings and I promised to walk down the aisle to Madge’s “Vogue”. Well, as you can probably guess, I didn’t. But if I did, I would like to imagine it would have looked a little something like this.
Thanks for holding my bouquet.