Five years ago, I married my best friend. Yes, this may sound corny but he gets me. He reminds me to have stronger boundaries and not just say, “yes” to everything. He understands my family. (Best example, calving on the farm. Mr. F knew to stay far, far away, in a hammock and avoid the crazy. He and I were better for it.)
We got married on a perfect Seattle summer day, on Puget Sound, at the Shilshole Bay Beach Club. It was in the 70s and sunny. We were surrounded by all our favorite people. Our bridal party was a mix of our great friends from college and our sisters. I wore a lovely sample dress with a beaded bodice that looked like smiles. Our photographer, Erin Schedler, was a friend from college, which made Mr. F much more comfortable but he was still embarrassed to take kissing photos. We agreed ahead of time not to smash cake in each others faces, but the Best Man, Bill, did not agree to this plan and pushed my hand into Mr. F’s face! We had an amazing time, especially dancing! To this day, we still think it was the best party that we’ve ever attended! Who know weddings could be this fun? I don’t think I even appreciated, or liked going to weddings, until Mr. F and I got married.