My daughter's best childhood friend is getting married today and I've got a house full of company. My daughter and son-in-law are here; I'm also keeping a couple of friends of the bride. Well, not really. One of the girls is the girlfriend of one of the groomsman. He's from Massachusetts; that's where they met, but she is from Kodiak, Alaska.
Did you get all that?
The bottom line is she doesn't know anybody but him. I think it was very brave of her to come.
I was in charge of the rehearsal dinner Thursday night and I cut myself short in the help department. Like, really short. I had one kind friend who pitched in to help with prep, but even two sets of hands isn't quite enough to cook for forty people. Everybody else involved in the wedding was needed at the rehearsal. Not sure what I was thinking...
Enter Kodiak Girl. She saved my bacon.
She took over all room prep. She ironed all the tablecloths, set the tables, figured out center pieces and made sure everything looked pretty. She helped plate the salads and serve the food.
When the guests arrived, she sat down and had dinner with her boyfriend. She hadn't spent any time with him that day and I was glad she was finally with somebody she knew and away from my manic-ness.
Is that a word?
As things started to wind down, I started to clean up. In came Kodiak Girl; before I could say anything she was elbow deep in dishwater washing pots and pans.
She didn't have to be. There were others around to help at that point and no time crunch. But she did it anyway.
I'm not sure there is anything more gratifying to a parent than watching their child behave in the way they always hoped they would.
I need to let Kodiak Girl's mom know how her daughter blessed me.
And that I'm cooking another rehearsal dinner at the end of the month.
And to be expecting adoption papers in the mail.