Our lives were brought together by places.
Diana danced into the basement of Putnam Hall the first night of my sophomore year at K-State. We had grown up in the same city, had dozens of mutual friends, but had not met until that night. Minutes after we began talking, she snapped this photo of me.
We decided to be roommates immediately. We shared a room for a year, interned at the same Overland Park church, and cultivated basically all of our friendships at Bluestem Bistro. Our lives revolved around front porches and coffee and music and mixed-up community.
And when I left for a really long time, she was the first one to find me when I landed back in the States.
Now, we share another particularly gorgeous place. We both became wives at Botanica, barely two years apart, and saw our grooms for the first time in the Butterfly House.
Why do I love this so much? Maybe because Diana and I are both the types of people for whom “best friend” is a tier, not a title. We’re surrounded by amazing people who make our lives beautiful. So it’s good to have these uniquely shared things, to keep our chaos connected.
Love you, Di.