Yesterday I became koubara (maid of honor-ish position in Greek weddings) to Natassa and Yianni. I met Natassa before I even turned two years old.
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Truth be told, I don’t remember our first meeting (cause I was...ya know. A baby). But I remember growing up next to her. She was a few years older. I was an only child, and she was, for all intents and purposes, my older sister; not by blood, but by friendship.
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I remember her endless love and patience for me. Running to her whenever I had a problem. Crying to her. Her making me laugh so hard that I thought I would pass out from not breathing right - that still happens today.
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Yesterday, after 27 years, I was so moved and deliriously happy to not only be present for her wedding to an incredible man, but to be the one by her side for it during the ceremony. Some people we are born connected to, but some become family in other ways. Through all the years and all the distance, she is still one of my closest friends and my big sis. Here’s to many wonderful years for you and your husband.
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For those wondering what the heck I’m doing, the koubara crosses the wedding bands three times before putting them on the couple’s ring fingers. Oh, and there’s pictures of the dress after. Sometimes I like to stand and pretend I’m a Greek statue. Shhh.
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