We're finally getting married!

 

We've hiked the Himalayas , survived a long-distance relationship, been unwillingly escorted around Bangkok by an inept and corrupt tuk-tuk driver, and have gone all nerdy-modern decorating our apartment. We've made more ridiculous nicknames for each other than anyone thought was humanly possible. And yet, a certain word that starts in 'Ma' and ends in 'iage' has somehow eluded us. Until now.

 

Dumbly, we've picked a less-than-ideal historical period to get married in, so we're keeping the wedding small. We can't invite half of the people who have touched our lives and have made us who we are. There are so many of you who we adore, that we won't be able to host. So if you haven't received a little invite or save-the-date card in the mail, please don't feel bad.