Southern Weddings

Growing up in a bustling Southern California town together, you couldn’t find two grown women more different, yet more alike. And that is why I love my maid of honor.

My free outdoorsy spirit and her chic businesswoman focus are bound by our value of true friendship and passion for life.

She has been my welcome home from worldwide excursions; my shoulder to cry on despite over thousands of miles of distance; my go to for fashion, finance, and life changing decisions.

She has been there. And will always be there. This I know.

Well I could be here all day telling you why my maid of honor is so special to me and why our relatonship is so great but, to sum it all up for you. My maid of honor Ruth is my dearest friend. And as we all know true friends are hard to come by now a days. I can honestly say that she is the most caring, down to earth, country girl I have ever met. She has always been there for me and my kids. Never turned her back on us and would be by our side at the drop of a dime if we needed her. I guess the reason that makes her “extra” special to me is because my kids are my world and my kids think the world of her. The saying goes that kids can sense when a person is good or bad and all they see in her is good. She is my someone who has marked a place in my family’s heart, one which will never go away! Someone who I am proud to call my maid of honor and my best friend. :)

My Maid Of Honor is not only my best friend but she is my little sister. Megan is and always has been my rock. Our Mom passed away in 2008 resulting from a heart transplant she had in 1997, and without my sister I never could have gotten through her passing. In the years since her passing our lives have been completely turned upside down. Going through graduations, school dances, everyday life and now a wedding without our Mom has been harder than we ever could have imagined. Although throughout everything we have always had each other. All of the wedding dress shopping and planning is something I never imagined my Mom not being a part of and everytime I break down Megan is right there to pick me back up. She is such a strong young woman and she has no idea how special she is to me. I honestly do not think I could do this wedding without her. And that is what makes my maid of honor,my best friend, my little sister so special!!

I dont know why my original story posted as a reply….My Maid of Honor is the strongest person I know, my sister. Growing up we would have terrible fights and often tell each other that we hated the other but if we ever heard someone else talk bout the other we would always step up and put an end to it. Since we’ve grown up we have become very close and not a day goes by that we don’t call or text several times. She has gone through so many things someone her age shouldn’t have to and has always come out being able to help everyone around her cope. She was a teenage mother that was able to to go on and finish school and college. This year has been and probably always will be remembered as the worst year of her life, as she recently lost a child and the amazing thing about her is she was able to carry on and not show how badly that has effected her. I can not think of another person more deserving of one of these dresses, as she always looks beautiful in anything she wears.

My maid of honor is my sister and also my best friend. We used to have tea parties with our stuffed animals in the driveway. I used to let her give me makeovers and clean out my closet (she’s an organizing goddess). She is 3.5 years older than me, and my whole life I wanted to be just like her. She recently lost her home, cars, and a lot of gifts she got at her wedding in June in the tornado in Tuscaloosa so it would mean a lot to be able to give my sister and best friend a wonderful gift to thank her. I love her so much!

I actually don’t have a wedding party, in all honesty. Our wedding is only including 14 guests, and most of them are flying to Seattle from New York, so we decided not to have a party group. That’s also because my fiance and I are members of the same circle of friends who have supported us since we started dating in college seven years ago who we still look to for advice and to swap tales.

All of these people, though, are amazing. From helping me through illnesses to analyzing my cookies, to moving across the country with us. I can’t pick just one person, as they’re all so important to me. I’m really humbled that I have my friends, and I hope that’s just as cool as having a maid of honor.

We were quick to become friends in high school and I, along with my family, have considered her a sister/daughter ever since. She is my polar opposite in many ways – she is blonde, athletic, tan with clear green eyes whereas I am brunette, lanky, freckled with brown/hazel eyes but we are practically the same height (5’7″ and 5’9″ respectively) and size and share the same love for life and each other. She is the loud one but kind of a push over, the athlete, and the sole reason we have stayed friends all these years (she calls me at 7:30AM on Saturday to just say hi — annoying but endearing) and I am the reserved one but opinionated, the bookworm and so thankful for her calls everyday (even if they are at 7:30AM on a Saturday). Our friendship has survived through the years (14 to be exact) even though we have lived in different cities for half of that time. She deserves so much and I would love to be able to take care of her dress for my wedding in May 2012. It would be an amazing thing to be able to offer her because she has done so much so far and will want to help me with everything. Long story short – my MOH is as good as they get!

My maid of honor is my sister. We have been through so much together and I couldn’t imagine my life without her; let alone, not having her as my maid of honor. She is only 17 months older than me so we are very close. As we were growing up something un-imaginable happened to us. We never knew it was happening to both of us because we never told a sole. My sister’s senior year (my sohpomore year) she some how found the COURAGE to tell a friend what had been happening to her. We were pulled out of school and that is when I found out that it was happening to her and also when my mom found out it was happening to both of us. Needless to say I am forever grateful that she was so brave! When something like that happens to people they can handle it in different ways. Unfortunatley, my sister has had many hardships in her life but has found a way to get through it all. She is now 30 years old and is finishing up college while raising my 8 year old nephew as a single mother. I am so proud of her for finally gaining her independance and getting on track with everything. She struggles but she perseveres and finds a way. The thing about my sister that warms my heart the most happened this year. She accepted Christ as her savior and has truly turned her life around. Like many others, she hasn’t had the easiest past, but she kept pushing through, learned from her mistakes and came out on top. She is the best sister and I Love her very much. I am honored to have her stand next to me on this very special day. For her to recieve one of these dresses would be a small token of what I feel she deserves. Thank you for the opportunity!

Cortney and I are more like sisters than friends. Our friendship began when my family and I moved to a small East Texas town, a town where pretty much no one moves to and your friends had been your friends since before you were born because your parents were friends. I am a shy girl, until you get to know me, and Cortney and I lived just down the road from each other. She was always nice to me and invited me into her close-knit circle of friends. I remember our freshman year yearbook- I signed it and said, “Well, we live close to each other so I guess we can be friends,” and she laughed and said, “Wow. I’m glad I know where our friendship stands”. That was 13 years ago. Since then, I moved away for college but Cortney stayed and worked with my father to grow his business into the success that it is today. She has been a second daughter to my mother and a second aunt to my niece. She has a six year old son that I adore- his pictures are all over my desk at work making some people think that he’s mine. She is at all of our family functions and dinners. She is the most amazing person I know. Always happy. Always willing to go above and beyond for the people she loves. Always trying to be a better person for her sake and for her son’s sake. I don’t know where I’d be without her and I cannot imagine having any one else stand beside me, on my wedding day, and on every day past that.

my sister is the one person who knows me better than anyone, and isn’t afraid to tell me the truth.

My MOH is my best friend, Heather. She came into my life when we were freshmen in College at Adelphi University on Long Island. I was a good Texas girl and she was a true New Englander. We spent countless hours in laughter, tears, sharing clothes, and supporting one another’s dreams. Her family became my family as I could not afford to travel back to Texas for many holidays and spent them in Rhode Island as the “third daughter.” Heather’s younger sister, Abby, was born with spina bifida- a disease that took her life just two years ago. Heather and her mother asked me to be the third person to sit as a director on the board of a not for profit they created to makes Abby’s legacy live on-raising money to support art therapy programs like the ones that Abby loved so much. I was hugely honored. Today, Heather and I live worlds apart in Montana and New York City. We don’t get to see one another very often and we are both very busy with our individual lives. But we are still there for one another at the drop of a hat, and she means the world to me. I cannot imagine getting married without her standing at my side. No matter what she’s wearing, she’ll look absolutely gorgeous and I can’t wait to return the favor, standing by her side some day.

My maid of honor is my closest friend, though I’ve only known her for six years. I work in academia and tend to move around a bit, so I have friends in many places. When I got to Virginia, I felt like I was finally home. Sarah grew up with a parent in the foreign service, so she understood the transient lifestyle I had bee living. She also understood my appreciation for diversity, but knew why the concept of “home” was so important. We’ve seen each other through hard times in relationships and work with understanding and laughter. What makes her amazing is that despite being ill right now (she’s actually down in Durham for tests as I write this), she still wants to cheerfully talk about flowers and dresses and all the things that really shouldn’t be her priority right now. She’s amazing.

We’ve known each other since kindergarten, and we have stayed close friends through the turmoils of high school, being pitted against each other in competition, moving, college several states apart, boyfriends, breakups, graduate degrees and criminal investigations (long story). She’s amazing, and I can’t imagine any other gal standing next to me at my wedding!

Where do I even start? My fiance is the love of my life but my maid of honor is my soul mate. We have the most unconventional friendship that you could possibly imagine but we’ve somehow managed to make it work since we were twelves years old. She has always been not only by my side, but by the side of my entire family through thick and thin. She is the strongest person that I have ever met and if I hope that someday I can have even half of her passion for life. We’re two peas in a very dysfunctional pod and I’m honored to say that.

I have a maid and matron of honor, each of my two sisters. Growing up it has always been the three girls, and I can’t imagine my big day without them. As we have gotten older, I’ve truly come to realize what a blessing it is to have sisters. They are there to laugh with, cry with, and everything else in between.

Why is my maid of honour so special? Not just because she’s my sister, and not just because she continuously puts up with my non-stop talking about my lovely fiance. She’s special to me because of the memories we’ve shared. She may be five years younger than me, but when we used to share a bedroom together there was no difference – we were just sisters.
Now as I’m planning my wedding, I’m astonished with her ability to overcome any awkwardness by being in the bridal party. It’s filled with my best friends, and we have always been known to be a closed group, but she works so hard and so out of her comfort zone to not be put out, because she knows it means a lot for them all to get together and enjoy it.
These are only a few reasons, but she’s my sister, I love her, and that says enough.

My MOH is my best friend from college. Before I met my fiance, she was my personality balance – as in, she is so outgoing and spontaneous, whereas I am the planner and a little more buttoned-up. She has gotten me to do so many awesome things in my life – such as go on a study-internship with her that led me to meeting my fiance! Even now that we don’t live in the same city any more, we can send each other emails or texts that would NOT make any sense to anyone else, but we both know the other is laughing hysterically on the other side. I miss her so much!

My maid of honor is my best friend since the 7th grade. She has always been the shoulder I cried on when my past relationship didn’t work out. She was the one who knew my fiance was the right guy for me by pushing me to go on a date with him. We been through ups and downs in our relationship and I know I can always count on her. I knew she would be the one to stand by my side on my wedding day and put up with my madness with planning the wedding.

I been eying these dresses for awhile they are beautiful!

I could go on and on about my maidS (yes, two) of honor. My little sis and my best friend. I could not have picked bigger enthusiasts and encouragers. I love them both and have loved sharing the planning/freaking out/rejoicing process with them!

My maid of honor, Jenna Brie, has been my best friend for over seven years now, and even though we are opposites in many ways, we were destined to be friends. We both grew up in small farming families, her in Shelbyville, TN and me in Paris, TN, but our paths had crossed long before we met on our first day of college in Nashville.
One weekend soon after we met, a group of girls went to visit Jenna Brie’s hometown. Later her grandparents were asking about the visit and when they heard I was from Paris, said (as grandparents tend to think that everyone knows everyone they know) “Paris, eh? Well she MUST know Mr. Diggs!” Of course, that Mr. Diggs was my grandfather, who had years ago camped in their front yard and served on a state board of directors. The Mr. Diggs whose wife had handcrafted the Christmas tree skirt 30 yeras ago that their family uses to this day.
Little did we know, but we were carrying on a tradition of friendship between our families. Since that day, we’ve celebrated our own made-up holidays, cried on each other’s shoulders, traveled to and fro, played in the fields and looked forward to special moments in each other’s lives, such as my upcoming wedding day. You see, Jenna Brie is a professional photographer, so she had a double role to play in my big day. Now all she needs is a fantastic dress from twobirds Bridesmaid!