No time for writing, too much merrymaking
Brb, I'm with my friends
I’ve been traveling this week and normally I have a letter already prepared for you when I know I’m going to be off galavanting. But this was not one of those times. My biggest friend group has gathered in Estes Park for a momentous wedding, and we spent this morning hiking to Dream Lake and Emerald Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. I was so in the moment catching up with old friends and remembering how to breathe at high elevation that I didn’t even notice the Disneyland-like qualities of the park. The crowds were no bother—especially since we were the crowd.
In an hour, we will slip into freshly-pressed dresses and suits and gather together in the grass in front of an archway made of sticks. My dress is pink with puffy sleeves. Steve will officiate as we quietly wipe our teary eyes and let our joy form into laughs. It will be easy to feel happy at this wedding. There will be flowers and the smell of our perfumes mixing with the piney air. Our betrothed friends will be beautiful. We will eat and drink and partake in merrymaking. I expect to go to bed exhausted tonight.
Until next week,
