Andrew and I first met in the church nursery… I think we were one. A few years later, my parents bought a house right next door to the Mustard family. We spent the summers playing basketball, fighting dysentery on the Oregon trail, and chasing our dogs around the neighborhood. We got a little older, and the Mustard’s moved out to the “property” that we had spent hours exploring and digging holes into. Andrew was there when I broke my knee and we played hours of Rummikub in the hospital, and I remember getting the call when he landed himself in the burn unit taking the word adventure to a whole new level. Suffice to say – we have lived a lot of life together. I am pretty sure our parents even still eat lunch together after church on a regular basis.
I could not be more excited when Andrew and GK decided to walk life together side-by-side. I was honored when they called and asked if I would be apart of their big day. They were married in the backyard we grew up exploring – a celebration that brought together the small city of Fredericksburg, the T Bar M Camp community, and the Rio Grande Valley.