Pay Witness, Raise High

Dearest Meggy, Meglet, Megaroo,
I could not love you any more. I am richer for knowing you and your song and your sass and I wish you the happiest. The happiest, feelingest, dancingest and the loveliest, most joyful wedding and life and life and LIFE.

Thank you for helping us think about why we make the choices we make, and the promises, and why we dance these particular dances or don't. Thank you for allowing us to pay witness to, raise high, your preparations for those promises you plan to make on Sunday. Be happy and happy and happy with your beautiful David, my dear. That's an order. I outrank everybody on this block.

One more thing: I know you live very far from Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue these days. As such, I would be happy to send a cheesecake in your very specific direction if one day either you or David should want to promise the other half.

xo,
A.

{Roofbeams for raising high, flickr.}