Julia lives across the street from us. We met five years ago at a church group. We had just put an offer on our house. As we were making small talk, we asked her where she lived. In Fletcher Place. Oh, really, what street? Lexington. Oh, really, which house? Yeah, the conversation approached stalker status, but we discovered that she was almost directly across the street. Stephen and I were really nervous about buying this old house, and it felt pretty serendipitous. Meeting this super cool lady gave us a strange confirmation that we were doing the right thing.
Thus began a great friendship. Julia is this stable, smart, independent, adventurous, caring girl who doesn't wear her emotions on her sleeve. I got really excited the first time I saw her cry because I felt like I was finally getting to know her.
If I had a chance to give a toast at their wedding, I would have said this. I would speak to Chris, her new husband, and say, "The first time I saw Julia cry she was worried about her family. Her family is near and dear to her heart. If they are hurting, she's grieving. She'll interrupt her whole life to help and love them. I've seen her do it. And Chris, you're a lucky guy because today you become her family."
They had their ceremony right on their lawn, and shared their vows on their lovely porch. Their wedding embodied community and homespun creativity.
When they started dating, one of the first questions I asked was, "Does Chris rent or own his place?" I was trying to figure out if he would take her away from Lexington Ave. Thankfully he rented!