Anna and Greg

(Map of the farm, made by Anna.)

Anna and Greg got married this summer on their farm in Maryland. When we found out we were moving to DC, we had no idea Anna would be there too. We were overjoyed when we learned that not only was Anna marrying her perfect match, Greg, but they were going to live and work just 45 minutes away from our new home.

At the reception, David gave a speech about his first interactions with Anna back in the dorms during undergrad. She would sit in her room and play an old, broken guitar, and even though it was old and broken, she could make it sound beautiful. David wished the same for their marriage- that when Greg was feeling down and broken, Anna would bring the beauty out of him. That she would make him sing.

My oldest friend gets married

(Joe with my twin, Gee.)

This weekend we flew back to CA to see one of my oldest friends get married (we've been neighbors since we were 1!). From backyard forts to girls vs. boys battles to adventures around the neighborhood, my childhood would have been much different without him. Joe and Britney have loved each other since high school, and seeing them happy makes me happy too. 

Congratulations to Joe and Britney!

(The sweet couple and their first dance.)

(Joe being hoisted into the air by the crazy boys.)

World's best photographers

Look at the nice things our wedding photographers said about us on their blog: Manuele Photography. David and I feel so blessed to have met Jen and Brandon. Not only are they the most gifted and creative photographers around (seriously), but they are great, true friends. They open their hearts eagerly, and they are an example of what it means to love God outside the confines of typical "Christianity." They also have the best pit bull in the world, Sally, who looks like a sweet little shark. I think we might be kindred spirits.

We love you guys. 

Whales and me

The other night, Nicole from church had a dream with me and another girl from church, Ashley. Picture this. In the dream, Ashley was the worship leader. She ran up and down the aisles pumping up the congregation, singing "Superfreak." The deacons stood in the front row, embarrassed, shaking their heads, trying to figure out how to get her to stop. Then I went up to preach the sermon. The topic: whale migration. It was very interesting and informative, despite having nothing to do with Jesus. 

Whales?! Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a strange connection to whales, or rather, they have a connection to me. They come to me in dreams. I've dreamt about releasing two humpbacks into the wild (appropriately named "Hump" and "Back"), flying evil orcas, a friendly winking humpback, a kamikaze beluga who jumped onto a boat, etc. The morning of my wedding the news reported that a pod of humpbacks was hanging out in a cove near the wedding site. And then, on my honeymoon, I saw a mommy humpback with her baby. David had planned a whale watching boat adventure before the dreams even started. I am not sure what it all means, but I imagine it's pretty special.

And the most interesting thing is that Nicole had no idea about whales and me. It just came to her in a dream. 

(Nessie and me with Hump and Back in Maui.)

(Mama humpback in Costa Rica. She's there, just far away.)