I've never been Miss Social Butterfly. I get lost in big groups; heck, I get lost in small groups. It took me three years of living in New York to muster up the courage to make a friend, even though she was doing all the mustering humanly possible in order to get me to reciprocate. I've always been content to stay home, stay alone, stay out of it, or just stay. I rarely miss any excitement I miss out on and I'm excited to miss out on it if I do. But for all the lack of excitement surrounding friendships and society, I've been counting down the days to a certain date recently.

Because the reason I've always felt like I didn't need any more friends is coming home in eleven days. I haven't seen her in one year, to be exact, and I miss her dreadfully, to be even more exact. She's a hero of mine, mostly because she's loyal, but also because she's talented, and beautiful, and has straight teeth and little hands. She's also going to be photographing my mustering friend's wedding at the end of this month.

So if I'm am little more excited about a wedding than is normal, now you'll know why. And if my smile is extra huge during that perfect reception, it's not just because two people I love are in love. And if I pull you over to meet my beautiful camera toting friend, smile and be polite, she's helped to make me the person I am today.

Thanks Bean, and I can't wait to see you.