Back when I asked my bridesmaids to be bridesmaids, I didn’t do it in any real special way. No box, no card, no nothing. Of course I officially asked them out loud, but that was more of a formality than anything else. They knew the question was coming, and I knew they’d say yes.
As an only child, I am acutely aware of how lonely it can feel without a sibling, and the connection between sisters is one I’m particularly jealous of. “Lonely” probably isn’t the best term to describe it because I’m not sad about my only child status. It’s just that there are certain times in life when it would be nice to have a brother or sister at my side. (I’ve come across moments like these more often as an adult than when I was a kid.) That said, these ladies are the closest thing to sisters I’ll ever have, and for that I will always treasure them.
It has been written in the stars since the beginning of time that my cousin Dr. K would be my maid of honor. Actually, when I called her to tell her we were engaged, her immediate response was, “OMG I’m gonna be maid of honor!!” And that was that. Born a mere 12 days apart, we’ve been two peas in a pod since childhood. Our personalities are actually quite different, but that’s got nothing on the bond created by years and years of surviving our loud and crazy Filipino family. MOH Dr. K is incredibly intelligent and has this no-nonsense I Am Woman Hear Me Roar aura that I admire and love her for. We don’t get to see each other often because of her hectic schedule, but when we do it’s always easy to pick up right where we left off as if no time has passed at all.
Dr. K and me at our cousin’s Sweet 16 a few years ago. Isn’t her eye makeup fab?!