Julie and Tom were married in Julie's home town of Glastonbury, CT. The weather was perfect. The ceremony was sweet--Julie had no bridesmaids, but Summer and all of the other children there were asked to walk down the aisle ahead of her. 
Her brother stood up for her, and Tom's sister, for him. The party was exactly what Julie wanted: no dancing, just croquet and badminton and free-flowing drinks, food, and laughter. (Summer had heard about the party ahead of time; in the middle of mass, she leaned over and whispered in my ear: "I thought you said there would be games.")
That's my necklace Julie's wearing--something borrowed.
Julie and Tom, we wish you a long, healthy, happy life together!
Skip, the incredibly cool guy who married us, told us that the secret to a successful marriage is communication. Like this recent exchange, 
conducted on a piece of paper taped to a kitchen cabinet. Sharpie: Jill, pencil: Jeff.
Come to think of it, the secret isn't communication. It's keeping your sense of humor.
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