I met one of my closest friends about nine years ago. I was a freshman in college and she was my first year mentor living on my floor in the dorms. I remember the first time I met Deborah, she was this peppy tiny little thing, literally shaking with excitement to greet everyone living on her floor. I was 18 full of angst and attitude, typical right? But this girl was determined to be my friend. I did my best to keep her at arm’s length at first because I was very weary about who I let into my life at that point in time. I was on the softball team and convinced myself that I really didn’t need any other friends, our team did pretty much everything together. Deborah was persistent and didn’t give up on me.

It took some convincing and some literal dragging me out of my dorm room, but eventually she broke me. I could not be happier that she did. It was probably around the time that she challenged our entire floor to stay off of social media for a week. I refused. She was knocking on my door I was yelling to her saying, “I’M NOT DOING IT AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!” She let herself into my room where I was sitting crisscross on my wheely chair with a bag of frosted mini wheats that was literally as big as I was. With a pep in her step, she turned my chair and wheeled me out into the common area. Bag of cereal in tow.
Deborah pulled me out of the hard shell that I had put around myself during that point in my life. That year was one of the most difficult years of my life. I was a walking disaster who didn’t know what she was doing with her life. I put myself in A LOT of bad situations. One of which changed my life forever… during my freshman year I was sexually assaulted and if I wasn’t a disaster before, I was an even bigger disaster after. It messed me up in all of the worst ways and I didn’t know how to deal with the emotions that came with such a traumatic experience. I did everything I could to numb the pain I was feeling. Drinking became that “cure” for me. I cannot tell you how many times Deborah found me and saved me.
Call it over dramatic or what you will, but Deborah is one of the biggest reasons I am still alive today. I was ready to end it all back then, I was in so much pain I didn’t know how to deal with it. The first time she saved me it was as simple as her seeing me stumble into the hallway, she took my hand and led me to her room. I was out of sorts to the point where I called her “My Deborah” and guess what? It stuck. She scooped me up off the floor countless times consoling me and wiping away my tears. She told me I was worth it and that I was something special. She took this wild child and brought her back.
We became the best of friends. We talked about everything from guys to our life goals. From the day I met her, she has always told me how much she wants to get married. She has been waiting for today for as long as I have known her. When she told me that she wanted me to meet the guy she was dating for the first time she begged me to be nice. Now, if you don’t know me… I am extremely protective of my friends, but ESPECIALLY of my Deborah. I walked up to this guy with my RBF game going strong. He extended his hand and introduced himself, “Hey! I’m Skyler.” I death gripped his hand, “I’m Erika. If you break her heart I will break your face and curb stomp your ass.” He maintained eye contact and our handshake saying, “I won’t Erika.” That spoke volumes to me and I knew that this was meant to be.

Call me a bitterly divorced woman, but the last place I think I should be is a wedding. BUT… this wedding is something I would move mountains to be a part of. My Deborah I am so happy for you and Skyler. You two truly are meant to be and have such a beautiful relationship. Today is your day and I could not be more excited nor honored to be a part of your special day. Standing next to you as you take this amazing step in your life, literally watching your dream come true, is something that is truly priceless. Thank you for being the incredible human that you are and allowing me to be a part of this day with you guys. I’m not crying… you’re crying… SHUT UP!!
Cheers Skyler and My Deborah! I love you both more than I can express!