by Nell Endicott (from the
You are cordially invited
to the garden wedding of
Graduation thrust us both into our Boston careers—and into a relationship that morphed into love when we were least expecting it. Conversations took a turn, too, now revolving around weddings and babies, balancing jobs and a life together, and moving into our Beacon Hill townhouse.
Those lovely years went by in the blink of an eye. So many joys—with a few sorrows sprinkled in. The days are wrapped up in memory now but pulled out often as family and friends visit us in the seaside town Ben and I have made our home in semi-retirement. It was a full and generous life, even though the babies didn’t happen for Ben and me. But though the babies didn’t come, someone else did. And we welcomed her directly into our lives and hearts.
Izzy came, that’s who. My sister’s child, my favorite, if aunts are allowed to admit as much. In a turn of fate as crazy as it is wonderful, Izzy abandoned a Boston law career and opened up a yarn shop on Harbor Road, just down the hill from our home. The Seaside Yarn Studio. And that’s where you can find us each Thursday night--Izzy, Cass, Birdie and I. It’s where we toast our triumphs and unburden our souls. It’s where we knit up hats for the fishermen, sweaters for friends, and knit squares for charity. It’s where we explore the lives of our friends and neighbors as we knit and purl.
And this spring, while we chat and sip Birdie’s fine wine, we’re creating the most magnificent garment of all--a shawl woven of cashmere and friendship.
The Wedding Shawl.
Izzy’s wedding shawl.
Izzy said yes to Sam, just as we all hoped she would do.
And as the crocuses peek out from beneath the melting snow, the wedding shawl is growing into a glorious swirl that heralds the impending wedding day. And along with it grows our determination to make the June wedding day a perfect one. A day nothing will spoil.
Not the cold case discussed at Izzy’s book club.
Nor the mysterious gardener bringing my backyard back to life.
Nor the wedding planner who has missed several meetings with Izzy and me.
Nor the rumors that ride the ocean breezes through the windows of M.J.’s beauty salon.
Nothing can spoil Izzy’s day ….
Or can it?