Our wedding was seventy years in the making. It begins with two yentes, Roberta and Arlene, best friends since college, who schemed to put us together. "No way!" Michael said. "I'm not ready!" Andi said. And here we are. The mamas knew. Seven years later--after years of traveling between two states and having adventures all along the way--we finally live in the same state, in the same house. It's time. As two people well into the middle of things, we were tempted to elope--but we didn't want to deprive our family and friends from celebrating with us. We're so looking forward to being with you on July 25!