I know this is where I’m supposed to write about how Rachel and James met, but what is actually going to happen is I will write about how Rachel and I met. I think we were in the same class in like 3rd or 4th grade, but more importantly we were cheerleaders together in middle school. These are the dark ages in my mind, but I do remember taking all our water breaks by one another’s side, finding respite from the preppiness. I don’t know how Rach felt, but she was totally my security blanket during those pep squad days. We left our cheerleading days behind in high school, but we’ve been friends ever since. We have one of those adorable, I-will-reference-weird-things-about-your-past-because-I’ve-known-you-forever friendships. Y’know, the stuff that chick flicks are made of. So all that to say, I can’t wait to be a bridesmaid for this lady come August.
Also, James. I like him. He’s funny, and kind. He picked Rachel up at a party because he noticed what a hottie she is. I approve.