When I was _____ years old (this is how bad of a friend I have been; I don't even remember how long it has been), my friend Terri got married. She sent me an invitation, and I didn't go. I was in Seattle at the time, but that is no excuse.
Missing her wedding is one of the regrets I have: not picking what matters over what's easy. Over and over again. Too many times.
Terri and her husband Mike are renewing their vows in May of this year. And I got another invitation. AND I AM GOING.
It may not seem like much, but for me, the chance to have a do-over and be a part of my friend's important days means so much to me.
So it is with gratitude and humility that I say thank you, to Terri and to the universe, for the second chance.