My life is full of strong and beautiful women: grandmothers, aunts, cousins, my mother, sisters, friends, teachers, and employers who have taught me what it means to be strong, kind, gracious. In a lot of way the days of my life have been one long sorority, passed from the hands of one group of women to the next wherever I’ve moved or traveled. There is one sisterhood though, that has never waned or faded with any kind of time or distance, and that is the one I was born into called Alison Laura Rachael Amy.
Amy is getting married this summer and like any milestone, it has not gone uncelebrated in this sisterhood. We wondered and talked about what Amy would like, what we could do that would surprise her, how we could possibly show her how loved and treasured she is by those who have known her best and longest.
So we threw her a shower, of course. Every bride-to-be needs a shower and if it’s a good one it will reflect the tastes and personality of the bride. For Amy, this meant pink: bright pink, pale pink, blush pink, magenta pink, all accented with glitter and gold, flowers whenever possible. We gave her boxes of floral and Cath Kidston to fill her new kitchen with, and we invited the people who love and are loved by her most. Laura and my mom filled the tables with the most amazing food: quiches, turnovers, scones, biscotti, and around the table were the faces from almost every part of Amy’s life—childhood friends, family friends, college friends, future in-laws.
And then, we shrank back to our original sisterhood for another celebration. We blindfolded her. We gave her a sash and a crown and took here on a road trip to the middle of New York state, and we pulled into a church parking lot. After being stared at by the parking attendants, the ticket scanners, and just about everyone else in the vicinity, we pulled off her blindfolds and let her figure out where she was. Then we all stood in our glittery plastic tiaras crying.
A Marc Schultz concert—Amy’s favorite artist. Marc Shultz has the gift of making any woman cry with just a few verses of any one of his songs, which is probably why his concerts are mainly filled with middle aged women and their daughters. We have loved Marc Shultz a long time, and his songs have woven their way into the fabric of our lives and memories. I think we were the first and only bachelorette party to include Marc Schultz as their main event, but we sang, laughed, and cried with everyone else, and it was well worth it to see the look on Amy’s face when she spoke to him after the concert.
We spent the rest of the night talking, toasting with champagne, eating cupcakes, and spent two hours over breakfast the next morning. It was a low-key celebration but one that fit us well. We are so excited for the months of celebration to continue—made sweeter by the the fact that none of us could be more thrilled for the next step Amy’s taking. It is pure joy to watch a sister take a new step and feel nothing but delight at the decision she’s making. Amy, your life gives us so much to celebrate!