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It's nice to know that weddings don't change people.
Z can still laugh out loud when I’m lining her eyes. We still pull faces at each other when nobody’s looking and speak in incoherent sentences that somehow only we can understand.
I’m glad to have held her hand when she became suddenly nervous. I’m glad to have caught her eye from the back row when she thought I had left.
I’m glad she’ll be close enough for weekend lunches and movies and pyjama parties.
And like she says, when it’s time, I’ll be glad to be the backpacking godmother who babysits (on occasion).