I know a woman named Lara. Pronounced LAR-a. NOT LOR-a. (Don’t ever forget that.) She is feisty; she is sweet. She is boisterous; she is no-nonsense. She’s a pistol that Lara. And I love her to pieces.
I first met Lara in college in a media ethics class with Professor Rich Smith. Lara had the curliest brown hair I’d ever seen, and she knew all the answers to all of Professor Smith’s questions. Or, at least she was the only one who ever had her hand up. Well, she and my roommate Andrea who to this day is VERY angry with Professor Smith for docking her participation points when it was very clear that Professor Smith simply loved Lara more.
Lara is a no-nonsense kind of woman. You want to make something of yourself in life? You have to be the one to do something. Don’t like how the world is treating you? Change the way you’re treating the world. She speaks her mind, whether you want to hear her or not, and she never backs down. That’s Lara.
Lara has been through her share of ups and downs. And, 10 days ago, she had the “up” of a lifetime as she married her love, Brian, in a poignant (and euphoric) civil ceremony that they shared with their families (and me). She was beautiful; he was handsome. All were ecstatic.
I can’t verbally express how much joy these two bring to each other. And, I wish them all the happiness in the world, knowing that any ups and downs they encounter, they will face together—hand in hand.
Congratulations, you two!