Friday, 5 April 2013

the moon and the stars.

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“It's about Diana,' sobbed Anne luxuriously. 'I love Diana so, Marilla. I cannot ever live without her. But I know very well when we grow up that Diana will get married and go away and leave me. And oh, what shall I do? I hate her husband — I just hate him furiously. I've been imagining it all out — the wedding and everything — Diana dressed in snowy white garments, and a veil, and looking as beautiful and regal as a queen; and me the bridesmaid, with a lovely dress, too, and puffed sleeves, but with a breaking heart hid beneath my smiling face. And then bidding Diana good-bye-e-e—' Here Anne broke down entirely and wept with increasing bitterness. Marilla turned quickly away to hide her twitching face, but it was no use; she collapsed on the nearest chair and burst into such a hearty and unusual peal of laughter…”

-L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables


It appears to be wedding season around here. And I don't mean wedding season as in it's spring. I mean that it feels like all of my friends are getting engaged and planning weddings. Every day my newsfeed is exploding with more engagements. It's so wonderful and I couldn't be more excited to be a part of this big step in so many of my friends' lives. 

This June, one of my oldest and dearest friends in all the world will be getting married. And I am lucky enough to be flying home to join in on the celebrations! I'll be back in Glasgow for about two weeks before turning around and flying out again--and I can't wait!
The Anne books and movies were our favorite when we were growing up. We used to watch the VHS just about every day, and our love for Anne and Diana has never faltered. Though the wedding plans we talked about as children have changed (she wanted to ride a horse down the aisle, I dreamed of a dress with cap sleeves and a lace-up back), I like to that we are still very much the same little girls of years past. I can't think of her wedding without remembering the passage I quoted above--it makes me giggle and sigh at the same time. 

Here's to hoping that I have smaller puffed sleeves than Anne and that nobody falls off a ridgepole, dyes their hair green, or gets me drunk by mixing up the raspberry cordial with currant wine. 
And if we could keep the bride from nearly drowning in a poetic reenactment, I'm sure the groom would appreciate it. 

xo,





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