My loves,
Before the hot tub, the hibachi and whatever happens at Finca, I wanted to write this down while I can still spell.
Thank you for coming. Some of you flew across the country, some of you drove down the 5 with snacks, and all of you moved real life around to spend a weekend in San Diego eating pizza with me. I don't take that lightly.
Every one of you belongs to a different chapter. Gianna, you've known me since before I had opinions. Ava, you survived four years of sharing a bathroom with me. Chloe, you got me through the job that nearly broke me. Mia and Olivia, you're the reason I say yes to things. Isabella, you're about to be family, and I couldn't have asked for a better sister-in-law. And Sophia, you planned all of this while I pretended not to know, which is the most Sophia thing imaginable.
I don't need anything this weekend to be perfect. I just want long dinners, bad karaoke, a little too much rosé and all of you in one place. If you catch me tearing up at brunch, no you didn't.
I love you. Thank you for showing up, always.
With all my amore,
Rachel
P.S. Whoever wins Bride Trivia: I will be checking your answers.