– I stood on the terrace, looking out over rolling mountain hills of Colorado. A waterfall nearby sang happily. Birds chirped, and someone turned on the twinkle lights. This was a day we’d all been waiting for our entire lives.
I took a breath. (Or twelve… the air up here is so thin. Haha.) It was beautiful.
For as much as Los Angeles has become my heart and life, I love Colorado. I love the mountains and the trees and the wide open spaces that just go and go and go. I love the deep quiet that just goes all the way to your soul. I love the small town feel and I love the fact that it takes me 45 minutes to go the grocery store and Starbucks because I run into everyone I’ve known since I was three years old.
But it’s so much more than that.
My amazing and dear friends Alli and Valentine tied the knot last night – and it was breathtaking. No words do it justice, seriously. Best. Wedding. Ever. Alli and V are perfect for each other. We were surrounded by so many who had grown up with us, who had lived all of the tiny, mundane moments of life right alongside us. All of my childhood memories involve Alli somehow – endless music and mix tapes, our 5th grade love of hockey (seriously), making gingerbread houses, talking about boys we liked, dreaming of our futures… Alli, one of the boldest and loudest people I’ve ever met, and me, the much quieter one. But it totally worked.
Alli and I couldn’t have ended up on more different life paths. I moved to LA – this twinkling city – to be a writer, because (in the grand words of Chariots of Fire), when I write, I feel God’s pleasure. It’s who I was made to be, down to my deepest core. Alli moved to Africa – a place of completely different beauty – to follow the heart of God to be a voice for the voiceless – abandoned babies and others who cannot fight for themselves. Alli is exactly who she was made to be at her very deepest level. I am ridiculously excited for all the adventures we’re going to keep having in our crazy friendship.
She is my hero.
But when we were eight years old and jumping on the trampoline in her backyard, we had no idea of any of that. Our concerns were more along the lines of homework and where our little sisters had run off to, and whether or not they had Capri Suns they’d share.
We were living in the small moments that gathered up into this great and beautiful tempest that unleashed freedom and life.
I’m usually the most impatient person on the planet when it comes to making it through the moments I think are small or ordinary or quiet. I crave adventure and big moments and never having to slow down for a second. But those small moments became our world – filling it in, shading it in, giving it color and shape. Those moments filled our lives with beauty, pain, lessons, surprises, hopes, dreams, failures and everything in between. They were not small or ordinary moments after all. Instead, they became the moments we hold to as though they were precious jewels.
Because that’s exactly what they were. What they are.
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
*If you’re interested in seeing what Alli’s up to, check out The Baby Safe. They are a.maz.ing!
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