My Taylors

Today my very close friend Taylor came into town from Chicago.  It was a last minute trip so that she could pick a venue for her wedding next summer.  We met up with another friend, also named Taylor (yes I am aware of the number of Taylors in my life), and headed out to a couple of appointments we had made. 

The three of us hadn’t been all together in over a year and it was so nice to be chatting again like old times.  As we were all laughing and reminiscing my children made their presence known.  Tessie wasn’t so bad, she just wanted to be acknowledged.  But Christian started screaming, and continued for quite sometime, until mercifully, he finally fell asleep. 

We finally arrived at the venue we were all banking on, the dream venue.  This was a beautiful, sprawling ranch, complete with barns and an actual horse drawn carriage.  After a tour of the property, during which I lugged my children around in the heat the whole time, we sat down to talk details.  Much to our surprise it appeared the dream venue might actually work out! 

We piled the kids back in the car and stood looking around for a moment.  I leaned towards Taylor-the-bride and whispered “You're gonna get married here.”  All three of us broke out into huge smiles and stood for a minute in a tight hug.  As we got in the car and drove away, the kids were chatting happily about seeing the horses and the promised ice cream, I looked at my two Taylors in the front seat and smiled.  The love of my girlfriends is a beautiful thing.