I had to RSVP ‘no’ to a dear friend’s wedding yesterday.
It was pretty much devastating.
Very unlike the amazing blanket fort we constructed for a slumber party in my living room sophomore year of college or the infamous toast burning (then tossing) dinner during one of our girls’ nights senior year – both with our third musketeer, Julia. Those, on the contrary, I’d classify as nine parts epic success to one part devastation.
This is ten parts devastation.
As a recent bride I know how eagerly and excitedly you await the arrival of those RSVPs and how every ‘no’ from someone you love, even as understandable as they all are, sting a little. I am beyond sad to have to miss out on such a special occasion and bummed to have to pass along that fresh feeling of disappointment to such a sweet lady especially after being bestowed with the honor of an invitation.
The pitfalls of living 1,200 miles away from your friends, huh?
Sigh.
At least it was taco night last night. That has to count for something.
