Maren Booth

Or, to be more precise, Maren Elise Booth Price.

Oh she'll probably take her maiden name as her middle just as many women before have done (plus, everyone needs to still have the name Booth, who doesn't love a Booth?). But it's the point that counts.

My Maren is married people. To a wonderful man, might I add--but there's a certain feeling of an ending for me, just a bit. I don't easily take change in stride, but I try (most days) to adjust. I only cried a little at their reception.....but I wouldn't have it any other way. I love them both! It's just getting weirder and weirder that everyone I know and love will be joining the ranks of family wards at some point or another. Myself included?  That's the weirdest yet.

But here's to Maren, and all of our crazy nights. Cabin nights, where a boob grab can make us laugh until we can't breathe. Cabin days, where we crack open crabs (because Jacob is too squeamish) and when we get stuck on the trampoline and Maren has an urgent need to use the restroom. Here's to senior pictures, scrapbooking, Psych, and camping trips with Harry Potter when Maren didn't realize what she was getting into. Here's to ice cream snuck into girl's camp, naps for Becca when she's cranky, and strange birthday parties where we were in a random tent in some girl's back yard singing to some game console or another. Here's to Pride and Prejudice, every single version we could find. Here's to being each other's happy place, goat jokes, and a love that goes beyond being "cousins." Our nights sleeping next to each other may be gone, but oh, it will NEVER be over.

Maren & Jacob--I wish you every kind of happiness I possess. I wish you the happiness of Jane and Bingley, because lets be honest - that's exactly what I see when I see the two of you. I can't wait for all of our new adventures. Let's make them the best ever.