This last weekend, Gabe, my mom, and I traveled to New Paltz, New York to witness the wedding of my dear friend, Kate Shuipis. (Gabe was the champion of the world, by the way. We traveled from Salt Lake to Denver to Atlanta to New York (logically!). It was grueling and he was pure contentedness.) Kate was the first person I met in Duxbury and we were instant friends. Her family is my second family. She and I grew into women together. Although she lives far away, now married to a mountain man stone mason named Justin, I think of her often and wish happiness for her always.
Getting ready
The man himself, Justin
An Emily sandwich. Some may have called us band and orchestra nerds, nay dorks. I call us wicked awesome. Clearly.Emily Stanfill, Kate Shuipis and Emily Herchen.
Elizabeth, my second mom, and my mom, best friends. My mom does not have freakishly small hands nor does she own a super creepy brooch. That creeping hand belongs to Gabe, just to ward off speculation.
Michael walking Kate down the aisle
Married at last!
Cutting the cakeI can't say how joyful I felt to be with my friends again, to be with my second family. They are beauty to me.
