

We’ve been best friends since we were fifteen. And just in case anyone out there is counting, that’s almost half of our lives.

In high school, we’d show up for first period in the same outfit. She’d look at me and say, “I knew you were going to wear that.”
We lived together all through college…and we not only survived, we’re still as close as ever.
She’s the most inadvertently funny person I know. She has a great sense of humor, but most of the time she’s making people laugh without actually meaning to.
She used to have a dog named Taco and a bird named Potato. I don’t know why that’s important, but it always cracked me up, and as far as I’m concerned, it speaks volumes about her completely original personality and spirit.
She’s amazingly kind, and exceedingly thoughtful.
When I married Mr. Magnolia in January, she was my Maid of Honor. That day, I gained a sister-in-law, and I couldn’t be happier about that. But the thing is, I already kind of had a sister, albeit not a biological one. She knows me better than just about anyone else out there, and her happiness is incredibly important to me.
Last week, I got the most exciting phone call ever. While on vacation in Alaska for her boyfriend’s birthday, he got down on one knee and gave her this:

If you look closely, you’ll see a fleur-de-lis on the side of the setting. They live in New Orleans, and he had this ring specially designed for her in honor of their city.
And now I get to be Matron of Honor, and I can’t wait to use this time to celebrate my best friend, my constant cheerleader, my partner in crime - sometimes literally ;). She deserves every bit of happiness available to her, and I know that her fiance is her perfect match. I’m so, so happy for them.

And as an added bonus, once next May rolls around and they say their “I dos,” we’ll have the same married last name. Sisters, essentially - we’re marrying (or have married!) boys with the same last name. ![]()