It's a little bit baffling to me that I have the privilege of standing next to Becky and Francis on their Big Day. In the grand scheme of things I've only really known Becky for three years, and Francis only the last year. But if in a year Becky and Francis can meet, fall in love, and marry, then I guess it's possible for me to end up next to them as they cinch the deal.
Through my friendship with Becky I've learned that it doesn't take a lot of time to become part of someone's "home team" but it does take a lot of laughter, tears, and a few trips to El Ranchito. What I mean by the "home team" is the people in your life who know your best and worst and love you anyways, the people you call when your car breaks down or meet you for yogurt just days before your wedding for your last "single-girls'-hurrah." The people on your home team let you interrupt study sessions when you're having a meltdown and they come alongside you for moral support as you rummage through one sample sale after the other.
In the case of Becky and Francis their home team got to be there at what became the start of Becky and Francis. We got to watch as Becky ran to the kitchen to hide behind the fridge as Francis showed up at the front door for the first time-braces on and backpack ready to go. We were there to wish them off on their first date and to convince Becky to give Francis a shot when just five minutes out the door we got texts saying that Francis was "too skinny" and that it "wasn't gonna happen." Well, as we can all see, it did happen, and on behalf of your home team we couldn't be happier to celebrate this day with you. So on this memorable day, we pray for bountiful blessings, an abundance of chubby babies, and most importantly, for a marriage that gives us all something to aspire to.
To Becky & Francis!
(Inspired by "The Home Team" in Shauna Niequist's Bittersweet)
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