Ladies and Gentlemen,
If I could borrow your attention from the newlyweds and their spellbinding aura of love, I’ve got some anecdotes and potentially a cha-cha slide to share. I’m Lisa, the Maid of Honor and the vault for all of Sophie’s childhood tales.
I’ve been partners in crime with Sophie since the days of swapping lunchbox treats. Yes, she’s been a cookie monster since the dawn of time.
I’ve stood by Sophie through every chapter. I was there during her experimental fashion phase—lots of polka dots and neon—and through every culinary disaster. I knew her when her expertise was cereal and milk, and her go-to beverage was… anything in a juice box.
Witnessing Sophie with James, it’s been like watching a beautiful movie unfold. She’s evolved into this incredible woman who still can’t cook pasta, but now she has James to order pizza when the pasta plan fails. And James, any man who can handle impromptu pizza nights is a gem!
I recall when Sophie first mentioned James. Her face lit up in a way that wasn’t just about a cute guy. This was the guy who would laugh at her “Dad jokes” and not judge her cookie obsession.
They say marriage is finding that one special person you want to drive crazy forever. Well, James, I’ve been Sophie’s test subject in that department for years, so you owe me! And, remember, a happy wife means a happy, serene life… and maybe some edible pasta.
Before I conclude my embarrassing monologue about the lovebirds, here’s a nugget of wisdom from my granddad: “Marriage is like fine whiskey, it mellows with time. Or it goes off. Depends on whether you keep it sealed properly.”
Let’s raise our glasses! To Sophie and James, may your love be as timeless as your ‘I do’s, and may your journey be sprinkled with joy, affection, and maybe some cooking classes.
Cheers to eternal love, incessant laughter, and a future overflowing with happiness!