Mr. and Mrs. Saunders

Kristin was my first post-college roommate.

We met in 2008 through a mutual friend I worked with when I first moved to Virginia. When I first met Kristin, she had recently started dating a guy named Tyler. I remember my first thought when I saw the two of them together was, "there's no way they just started dating." It seemed like they'd been together for years--they were so effortless and comfortable around each other. Tyler became something of a third roommate for us, and as the year grew on I began to see him more as a friend and red wine buddy as opposed to "my roommate's boyfriend."

And really, physically, I'm pretty sure the two of them were made as a matching set in an amazing moment of genetic destiny. I mean, look at them:

gorrrrgeous

They've both seen me at my lowest lows, offering me advice, cocktails, steaks, and shelter. They're one of my most favorite couples, and it was such a thrill to be a part of their wedding on May 12, surrounded by friends and family and almost tangible waves of love and adoration coming from the bride and groom.

 

I can't help but get sappy and full of "d'awwww!" when I think back on their big day. Even though it was a month ago--I'm a bad friend and a terrible blogger. Whoops! And I know I've been in, or to, a buuunch of weddings since I started college, but it never fails to amaze me how seeing my friends standing at the alter, off the charts happy and in love and pledging to spend the rest of their lives with someone who is equally off the charts happy and in love just melts me into a puddle full of feels. It just makes me so happy to know they've found happiness.  

And, plus... at weddings, there's wedding cake. yesss.

Historic Bluemont Manner is filled with #gpoy mirrors. Also, sweat pants 4eva.

 

Kristin and her maid of honor, Audrey (fun fact, there were 3 Audrey's at the wedding)

cake toppers of awesome!

Team bride!

 

 

 

In case you were wondering, the answer is yes, I did have a wardrobe malfunction. During the reception. Awkward. Good thing I was wearing a bra.

MmmHmmm

Gangnam Style, but also my favorite shot of the night

But really, the most incredible thing about Kristin and Tyler's wedding was that the curls in my hair didn't fall. I told the stylist to "Just go Stage Mom with the hair spray." And after obsessing all day that they were going flat, they managed to stay intact for well over 24 hours, surviviving the blustery ceremony, me dancing like a maniac, and being slept on for 11 hours the next day. It was a Christmas miracle.

my eyes are all puffy because I sobbed like a baby all the way home--pile of Feels, guys. Pile of Feels.

So, here's to Kristin and Tyler, may you have many years of unbelievable love, noms, books, friends, video games and sci-fi.