For Mikka, on her wedding day

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No photos but here are a few snaps of the hours before the wedding

The truth is that I do not know how to give this speech. All I know is that we are here to talk about love.

A lot of maids-of-honor kick this off by sharing childhood anecdotes they had with the bride. But I met Mikka a little later on in life. There were many points when our paths should’ve crossed much earlier but, personally, I think we came together at the perfect time.

Mikka and I met in our early 20’s, at the starting point of our becoming. We met at that weird stage of life, when you’re fresh from college and constantly freaking out on the inside about everything the future holds.

I have watched us carve out our paths as stupid 20-somethings. I remember all our glorious mistakes. And  I know that the consolation we had to our messy transition into adulthood was always the simple comfort of knowing that we weren’t alone.

(Well, that and Pan Chicken. Mmm. ❤ )

And, you know, the power of us has been the rock that has saved me on countless occasions over the last 8 or 9 years.

We are here to talk about love and I think it would be a great disservice if I didn’t say that, in my life, the truest version of it rests in the heart of really good friendships.

Mikka, in the early days you and I had to field off family inquiries about whether we were lovers or not. But it’s hard to explain to those who have never experienced it that sometimes friendship, the really good kind, is even better than romance.

Here’s a short literary collage of us: a Tagaytay road trip and a cockroach infested bed & breakfast. Sitting quietly outside our room in Bali, no need for conversation. The billions of stars coating a provincial night sky. The slew of ugly selfies, inside jokes, and the eternal novelty of our particular brand of silliness.

I can still remember the earlier years of our friendship and how you would constantly wonder about when you would meet The One. I want to laugh, knowing now that that day was actually so much closer than we could’ve foreseen. To stand here today is to arrive at the coming true of some of yesterday’s most ardent wishes.

I’m glad to have been a part of it all.

Mikka, you are one of the captains of my home team, my corny jokes go-to person, my personal chef, the James to my Seth. So much of what I know about love, I learned from you.

Mikka, you are magic. Sometimes black magic but magic nonetheless.

There are very few things I am sure of but I know, in my heart, that you will be a great wife because you are a great friend.

It doesn’t get said often enough but Andre, you are really lucky. Thank you for becoming our Amigo and for all the ways you love Mikka. We love you and we just want you to know that a lifetime with Mikka means a lifetime of us, too. I hope you’re ready.

If the goal of being human is to talk about love then thank you, Mikka and Andre, for making all of us a part of a really beautiful conversation today.

I love you both.
Congratulations.

#WEEaretheCHANCOs

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One response to “For Mikka, on her wedding day

  1. Hi Isa! It was a pleasure meeting you a few weeks ago. Also, this is beyond beautiful! Love, Kat {http://kgadong.blogspot.com}

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