Folks, this is Cole Dumas: gentleman, composer, performer, magician, connoisseur of all things fine on this earth. Well, perhaps he isn’t actually a magician, but it’s easy to confuse him with one, what with the way he makes ordinary things seem suddenly enchanted. Cole is…well, Cole is just something else. I do believe it’s impossible to know him and not adore him. I don’t know anyone who’s managed to, anyway.
He grew up in Macon, Georgia, and we met about 13 years ago here in Nashville, Tennessee. Actually, Cole was the first friend I met when I moved up here for college. He's the sort of person you just love instantly. I have had so much fun with him over the years...our friendship feels like one long string of costume parties, road trips, epic dinners, crisp October evenings and general shenanigans. When I met Manley seven years ago, I was so excited to introduce him to Cole, and of course the two of them became instant friends as well. For our wedding, Cole surprised us by writing a string quartet arrangement of My Funny Valentine and performing it directly before the ceremony. It's one of my favorite memories of all time. Shortly after that, I got to bake a three-tier, robin's egg-blue wedding cake for Cole's wedding to a lady I can not wait to introduce you to next week. Together, they are a force of nature.
When I picture our future with the two of them, I imagine us all being very old and very merry, sitting on a porch somewhere, playing dominoes and laughing through tears. And that just fills me with an ocean of gratitude.
*This post is part of the 52 portrait series: a portrait, once a week, every week, in 2013.*