“You were such a dork in high school.”

Dan made this proclamation to Sharon in the midst of our reminiscing, digging through boxes of old letters and memorabilia.

As Dan is days away from pledging himself to Sharon for eternity, I shudder to think of what people without such love will think after reading my letter.

But I’m a blogger.

So it’s my natural inclination to share my embarrassment with the world.

Thoughts about my high school self:

1. I used “lol” far too often.

2. I knew Cary Grant was incredibly sexy.

3. I embraced the run-on sentence.

4. I couldn’t remember anybody’s (especially guy’s) names.

5. I guess some things never change.

“Wait, what about that drawing I saw?” you’re asking.

Don’t worry if you’re judging me.

I’m judging myself,

Megan

In 3 days, Sharon and Dan shall marry.

They’ll stand before their family and friends, before God, before me, and pledge their love.

Dan’s dad will ask them to say “I do.”

Assuming people still say “I do.”

It might have changed to something like “yup” or “10-4″ – I haven’t been to a wedding in a year.

Sharon will no longer be one.

But half of a pair.

Brace yourself,

Megan

Months of procrastination.

Weeks of cutting and measuring and pinning and sewing.

Sweat and hope, fears and dreams poured into the fabric.

Figuratively, that is, - I’m very protective of my fabric.

Bunching and scrunching.

Scrunching and bunching.

There were tears.

Mostly mine.

Sewing is the opposite of baseball.

But finally, finally, FINALLY my bridesmaid dress is done.

You’re going to have to stick around for the wedding post to see it,

Megan