I've been friends with Randa for the better part of 6 years. We met through a guy I was dating, and as I recall the interaction went like this:
There was a band playing at a local bar that the guy I was dating knew, so we went out to see them. A bunch of his co-workers joined us at the bar, and there was the usual "hi-hello" greeting you would give to some people you had never met before. Our friendly chatter progressed throughout the night as it would with a fun new acquaintance. Fast forward several long island iced teas, a trip to the powder room together (as ladies do), and a stop on the way back upstairs for free popcorn (because, popcorn.), and then it happened...
"Why aren't we FRIENDSSSSS?!?" -one of us (it's all a bit fuzzy)
"We shoodbe FRIENDS!!!" -the other
So that was it. Our bond was forged. There were a few more group hangs, but she soon became my rock and we were drinking wine on the couch and having dinner dates on the reg. When I bought a house literally 3 blocks from her house and our magical love only grew.
Then Steve came along. I knew he was something special... Ran was just smitten! I witnessed the whole of their courtship, and was overjoyed when she texted me from Tennessee with a photo of a ring and told me that Steve had proposed by a waterfall on a beautiful hike in the mountains. Cue the wedding bells.
The engagement was short, but they had already chosen the most perfect venue, hired me on as their Florist/Wedding Stylist/Day-of Coordinator/Secret Keeper/Best Friend (as if they had a choice), and asked a friend to do the honors of marrying them. It was to be a small family affair with only immediate family and close friends. It was going to be wonderful.
Fast forward again to October 10th -wedding day. I had done flowers for over 100 weddings. Flowers for friends, co-workers, and wonderful-beautiful-amazing couples that had sought me out via the internet. This one was different. It's hard to describe what it was like to make the bouquet that your best friend would carry on her wedding day. I had kept my emotions in check for the few days prior, but once I made it to the cottage where Randa was getting ready, all bets were off. I was nervous. I was excited. It was happening.
I knocked on the door, and I think her mom answered. "Oh, what beautiful flowers!" She said. "Yes, thanks..." I was just focused on finding Ran. I was directed down a hallway where she was getting her make-up done. "Ran..?" I called, shocked by the shakiness of my voice. I slowly pushed open the door and moved past the on-lookers in the room. She was sitting in front of the window, getting her lashes put on so she didn't see me at first. "Ran.." I said again, and when she looked up at me, I lost. my. sh**.