A Tribute to Tara’s Maid of Honour

When I was 10 years old, I remember seeing a young girl in the schoolyard who, for some reason, stood out to me. It appeared to me that she was alone, but didn’t seem to be bothered by it. She would spend recess on the steps of a portable with a book in hand, seemingly oblivious to the noise of the kids or to the fact that she was a little bit different from the rest of the kids. From afar, I admired her confidence and her uniqueness.

The next year, this little girl was in my class. She was still cool, unique, and confident. She operated differently from the other kids, and I was always a little in awe. Through a school project we were grouped together, and although the memories of specifics have faded, we quickly became kindred spirits. She was the Diana Barry to my Anne Shirley.

Through all of life’s ups and downs, she was there. Through every major milestone, she was there.  She believed in me every step of the way, and called me out when I made (or was about to make), mistakes. She set me straight in ways that many friends would not. More like a sister than a friend, Aimee instantaneously became family.

Recently I’ve been struggling with how to thank her. How can I adequately thank someone who helped to make me who I am? How can I thank someone who was always there? How can I possibly express just how important she is and always will be, to me? How can I thank her for all the big things, and all the tiny details?

Aimee is my blood. She is my person. Now she is the Christina Yang to my Meredith Grey.  If I killed someone, it is Aimee who I would call to help me drag the body across the floor. Grey’s Anatomy fans will understand. I’m not actually planning on killing anyone.

When Larry proposed last year, Aimee, as she always does, set right into action. Her tears of joy for me were just as genuine and heartfelt as my own. She coordinated my something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue – beautifully thoughtful and meaningful gifts that only Aimee would have the creativity and thoughtfulness to come up with. She worked alongside us to coordinate our Stag and Doe. Just as invested, and just as committed. She threw me the most beautiful stagette, and thought of every detail. Every detail to make me feel as loved and as special as she possibly could. She came to wedding dress fittings, and helped to make sure I didn’t forget any of the important details throughout this journey.

I don’t want to get stuck on the “things” that Aimee does for me, however, because although they are always amazing, thoughtful, and created out of love, they are only part of the bigger picture.

It is who Aimee is to me that is the most important thing. She is my sister, she is my best friend, she is Hayleigh’s Aunt, and soon to be an Aunt to Emma and Abby. She is a daughter to my parents. She is my soulmate, and she is one of the most important people in my life. She always has been and she always will be.

I know these words will never be enough to show how thankful I am to have Aimee, but I hope that even in some small way, they can make her feel as special as she makes me feel every day.

I love you Aims.


1 thought on “A Tribute to Tara’s Maid of Honour”

  1. SM says:

    This is so beautiful!!! Aimee and you (tara) are one of a kind. It’s such an honour to know and love you both! Cant wait for your special weekend! Love you always ❤

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