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Wedding, 2018: My friend, Sarah

You know the old adage "We can't choose our family, but we can choose our friends"?  The best choice I ever made was Sarah Moran.

I could hardly believe it when just a few days before the wedding, Sarah texted me:  "We received Mark and Allison's invite today. I wasn't planning on coming to the wedding, but I found a great deal on a flight.  Is it too late to book the rooms at the hotel with the group rate?"

My mouth hit the floor.  And the tears started.  And I couldn't respond fast enough to her:  "Holy smokes, Sarah, that's AWESOME!"

Sarah and Jared, always coming through for us Kennedys.  When people ask who they are, it never feels right saying, "They're friends from Germany," because c'mon, they are so much more than that.  The Morans are what are family should be--they know our kids, they love us and our kids, and they show it.  Yeah, BABY!

You know one of the things I most appreciated about Sarah this weekend?  She is so flexible and willing to just help out and go with the flow.  I never needed to worry when she was around, and she wasn't any kind of maintenance, low or high.  She was just there.  She went and got pedicures and manicures with us even though she's not really into strange people touching her.  She came with us to a video game bar even though she doesn't play video games.  She did it all.

She helped me remember different things we needed to bring or do.  She hemmed Glo's gown that was three inches too long without blinking an eye.  She went grocery shopping with me and rolled egg rolls.  She sat next to me during the sealing.  She even rode in the "death trap" of the Monte Carlo without complaint :-). And come to find out, Sarah is ALWAYS helping various people.  She would just casually mention in conversation, "When I was {feeding the poor} {painting an old house} {caring for orphans}, I ...."  It quickly became apparent that helping others is just what Sarah does.

Mostly though, she was just there for me.  I didn't feel like I needed to entertain her or take care of her, but she was a listening ear for all of my stresses and worries and a support by my side while my extroverted husband took care of everyone else ;-)

I told both her and Breanna, the photographer, that if I got nothing else that day, I wanted a picture of Sarah and me together.  Between the two of them, it finally happened!



And after everything was over, she was willing to sit on the couches with us while we all took naps, and made me feel like all those lucky walking ladies who have friends to talk to while they walk when we ourselves went walking together.

As the memories of the wedding day fade, I don't want to ever forget that Sarah was such a big part of the day for me.  In the words of Sarah Bareilles, Sarah, I choose you!

And Sarah, my friend of all friends, chooses THIS as her favorite picture of the two of us:


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  1. I got a post?!?! Thanks Larisa, for always being my friend, for making me feel like one of the family every time I visit, and for a great weekend. Now we just have to find a job for Jared and every weekend can be as awesome. The only thing you forgot to mention was my Staedte und Ritter victory!

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  2. Larisa, I've just finished your wedding posts...love them! As I was reading I was remembering so many of the same things from Allison and Nate's wedding. The dress shopping (I found mine at Ross for $22.00, so I could not have been happier!), the dreaded heels (I wanted sparkly gold, which I got, but my feet lasted only about two hours and they had to some off), the venue decisions, the photographer (we knew who we wanted, but didn't think we could afford her...we finally decided she would be worth it, and she traveled from Orlando to shoot the wedding...then got engaged herself the next day!), and the best friend (my BFF came from Oregon and I could not have gotten through the day without her). Treasured and glorious memories, all of them! I can see that yours are exactly the same and it's been fun reading about Kennedy family fun!

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