My Bestfriend's Wedding--The Male Maid of Honor

My bestfriend Jen tied the knot last April 7. Actually, she is actually not my bestfriend because she is like a sister to me. Knowing her long before I learned to write my name on a paper, and knowing her like the back of my hands, her marriage to her long-time boyfriend, Ferds, become a special day to me as well.

We are breaking the tradition. I am her Matron of Honor, in lieu of a traditional Maid of Honor. Actually, we already planned this "name" long before she had serious relationships with any other man. She told me, since I am her closest friend, and a male at that, I will certainly not qualify for a "Maid of Honor", so I told her, you could either use, Matron or the Bride's Butler....so we choose Matron, the masculine form.

So, there I was, I took the line of the procession, as the male 'maid of honor'. It was such a lovely event, teary because my only female non-blood sister is getting married, but happy because finally she has found the love of her life.

Many things come to my mind: our fondest and cheerful childhood days together, our grade school days, where she would fight for me, whenever I will be teased, she would brace herself against the dogs I fear along the streets. She included me in her valedictory speech when she graduated Valedictorian in high school, and now, I am her Maid of Honor. Truly we've been part of each other's lives.

She might not come in my own wedding but I know, she will be my female, "bestman".

To my sister, friend, prayer partner, gangmate, confidante, childhood buddy, my best wishes. Be rest assured my love for you and your husband Ferds and your cute boy, Kier. Farewell, and see you soon!