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Olivia and I made this sign and people were like, yeah, we'll do that.


So then we had to get ready.




And there were lots of dresses. But the photographer wanted to take pictures of them without us in them, which makes a person wonder if maybe she isn't doing her beautiful dress any favors.


But there were pretty flowers, so that made things feel a little fancier.


And while girls were doing all that, boys were doing this:


And then Ayana was like, "I've waited long enough. It's time to get married!"


So we did.


And Ayana thought she should probably say a prayer for all our souls.


Then Eric gave her a bracelet and she forgot all about saving us from ourselves.


Sarah didn't think that was funny at all. She was worried about us. Or trying not to cry, because Eric made everyone do that. Or concentrating on not dying in the 85 degree heat. Thanks for cranking up that heater, Dad!


But then Lyla announced it was time for her to go potty, and that loosened up the room.



Despite the fact that Eric slipped his desire to have three children (not happening) into his vows, we managed to make it to the kiss.


And then since all that kissing was going on, the photographer asked my parents to give us kisses on the cheek. My mom was like, Nope, that's weird. So we laughed some more.


All that laughing seemed to really infuriate the solemn gods of matrimony, and they were like, STORM. And they literally rained on our parade. We didn't even get to use the pinwheels. But we did manage to take these canned shots, despite the deluge:





While we were doing that outside, horrible things were afoot indoors. Does it look dark to you? Because it was. So dark--as things tend to be when the power goes out. And as they tend to stay when it doesn't come back on all night.


But this is Pitkin and we invited the whole town and they weren't about to miss out on a party. So the generators came (courtesy of the heros Rand & Levi), and the party got under way. It's a good thing, because Ayana was like, It's time to eat this Pitkin-inspired cake.


So she did.


And we were like, We need some of that too. Because YUM.


Then it was time for a group shout out to Dana Carvey, which makes sense at a wedding.


And while people were doing that, the sun came out! So Eric and I had to do a few of these.






And while all that was really super fun, it was obviously time to do the thing we came here to do. So we danced.







And we laughed.


And we froze ourselves near to death.






But there were no casualties in Pitkin that night, unless you count the death of Eric's cherished bachelorhood. 


So the moral of this story is: don't put out a sign unless you really mean business. Because getting married and staying that way is a balancing act.


Wish us luck!

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