Last year this month we were attending the gorgeous wedding of my brother and sister-in-law in Seattle (a city that is the not-so-best-kept secret in the U.S.).
Today Bryan leaves for another wedding there. The bride is a friend of his from high school. The groom a friend of his from the college years. Their invitation summed up their fateful union (Parts I and II) the best and so I will post it here. And it’s not because our names appear – it’s because it’s a great invitation and an even better story.
Once upon a time, in a faraway land (or Dix Hills, New York), Mark and Heather met (thank you Dave and Bry). Mark thinks Heather doesn’t remember. She does. They went back to their respective colleges and didn’t see each other until the fall of ’98 when Bryan and Mark hosted a dinner party in their swanky DC digs, inviting Heather to join. Soon thereafter, Heather left for France. Mark stayed in DC. Heather moved to England. Mark moved to Spain. They lost contact (they were young). Mark moved to Costa Rica. Heather moved to Seattle. They continued to elude each other until Bryan and Yael got hitched in Jamaica. Seeing each other for the first time in ten years, they realized that they should never have lost touch. Regardless, Mark returned to Denver, and Heather went back to Seattle. Then, one fateful night in Denver, they finally understood what they should have nearly a decade before… They were perfect for each other.
Mazel tov, you two! Wish I was there…