Our friends M& M from Mexico City? They moved to Moscow. We knew it was a 1/999,999,999 chance that they could make it for the wedding. We heard today, they aren't coming.
My wedding sounding board and knitting friend Monica and her talented photographer husband Leigh? They can't come either.
My buddy Lesley, she's out of a job right now and lives 2000 miles away, so she can't come.
Our good pal Marisa, she's pregnant and is due like 2 weeks after the wedding, she can't fly. Ditto for cousin Holly.
My grandpa is 96 and can't fly or travel, so he'll miss it too.
BM Amy's dad, he just had a brain tumor removed, so he understandably will skip as well.
I know that all these people would come if the situation/date/timing was different. And that's what sucks the most. They all have worried about how to tell us, or struggled with the decision or mapped out how long a drive it is from Portland to Tucson (the answer: too long when you are 8.5 months pregnant). We will miss them all terribly and we are so touched by their attempts to get here.
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But through She Weds we all feel as though we are with you, sharing in the tales, the countdown, the photo reveals and the rants. And when D kisses J on that happy Oct. 11 in the Old Pueblo, Leigh and I will mark the moment with a blessing and a toast, even though we are thousands of miles away in New York.
It really sucks when those you want to see the most just can't make it for whatever reason.
But I'm sure they'll want to see tons and tons of pictures.
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