If there is one thing we have become quite familiar with over the last few years, it’s weddings.
Since we began dating in December of 2007, we’ve been to roughly 157 weddings.
Alright, enough with the hyperbole. By our count we’ve been to 14 weddings together, but that does not count the time in 2009 when we each had close friends getting married on the same day. Nor does it count the four other weddings one of us has gone to without the other during that time span. Together we’ve been to Brooklyn, Boston, the Berkshires, Vermont (twice), the Catskills, London (Ontario), New Hampshire, North Carolina, Lake Tahoe, St. Louis, Tarrytown (twice) and Germany.
Last week, we were at one of those Vermont weddings — don’t worry, we managed to get out of there unscathed — when Margaret said, “you know, the next wedding we go to will be ours.” Yup, after more than a dozen weddings over four years that spanned seven states and three countries, we’re on deck.
Matt. Margaret. Marriage. 