My brother Pat married up, big time. My sister-in-law Jane is one of the kindest, coolest and most generous humans on the planet. They are celebrating their 27th wedding anniversary and theirs is a marriage of best friends I’ve always admired. They started their family when they were still really young and now that they’re empty nesters in their 40s, they both have successful careers and travel the world.
Jane sends out a weekly family email to her clan and ours and we were reminiscing about their wedding in Ephrata, WA. Never heard of it? You’re not alone. It is located in what I call the armpit of Washington and is the venue of the Suicidal Cow incident from a two summers ago.
I have many favorite Pat and Jane wedding memories. In addition to the sheer (fun!) chaos of being thrown into a large family (9+ kids), I still remember when her brother Glen brought his football buddies to the house. Keep in mind I was around 16, VERY boy-crazy and there were some cute guys in the mix.
Until they opened their mouths.
They had just come from some game or practice and were totally stoked (testosterone was majorly in play here).