Maid of Honor
Devon is my bosom friend (thanks to her introduction between Anne of Green Gables and I). We met as freshmen roommates at Westmont College, and have enjoyed life side by side whether living close or far. Dev just made her big move to New York this year, and though its been hard to have her so far away, its also been so great to see her live out her dreams. Dev has been and continues to be such an integral part of Tim and I's lives. Cheers to Dev, and all her great work and joy!!
Best Man
Vance: the brother I always wanted. And blessedly, do have. In grade school we would sit with our desks together, his the tallest, mine the shortest. In junior high school we would jog to football practice cussing newly learned vocabulary with enthusiasm. In high school I remember sleeping in the woods with guns and axes because the depths of our minds were so strange and wide the world was an awful wonder to be inside. Vance is friend and family, comrade and captain, strong whiskey and strong coffee, and one sturdy oak tree of a best man. If you find the moment, shake Vance's hand and ask him what he thinks about mullets.
Bridesmaid
Rose Ellen is my person through and through. Her adventurous spirit, listening ear, and rooted presence ground me and inspire me to live more fully. Our friendship started in the land of the long white cloud, while studying abroad in New Zealand during our college years. Since then, we've travelled via plane, car, and foot to some of the most scenic terrain I've ever seen. She's become family to both Tim and I throughout the years, and we wouldn't have it any other way.
Groomsman
A midnight sky gaped down at two young men climbing an outcrop by the sea. When we finally stood atop the rock Martin named it. The following day, while looking at a map, we realized he unknowingly gave it its actual name. Martin is the rare specimen that exists with such intentionality that he leaves people and places knowing themselves deeper than before their encounter with this mountain of a mountain man. "Who can give a man this, his own name?" God alone, yes, but Martin Hill is the only man I have ever known to give a rock its name, and that is something. This man is my guide and my partner. We have lived, surfed and journeyed together across this western coast, through Canadian wildernesses, over Pennsylvanian fields and deep into mystical vales of thought.
Bridesmaid
While she will not be able to be there in person, Erin is nevertheless an essential part of our bridal party. She currently lives in Brisbane, Australia, where she is pursuing a medical degree. I couldn’t be more proud of her, or have asked for a better friend! Erin is simply someone who gets me. She's a former roommate, travel partner, and forever friend. We travelled to New Zealand together in 2018 where we road tripped, hiked, and experienced some of the great wonders of this world. With such a beautiful farewell, it makes me miss this dear friend more and more each day. Erin is such a well-rounded person, talented in so many aspects and yet so down to earth. Though we are now separated by half the world, I am so thankful for our time together and celebrating this next season!!
Groomsman
Jesse is the kind of man you meet sitting across an open fireplace in the wood paneled corner of a foreign pub, who, as you are walking home, you realize was such a deep well of reality and wonder that you turn briskly on your heel and walk right on back through those sturdy doors to see if he is still there and if so, shake hands enthusiastically on the promise to meet further. One hour with this man is one hour in the heart of the wilderness, and one hour well spent. If you share a moment, ask Jesse about how to grow indestructible basil.
Bridesmaid
Bren and I have been friends since day one at Westmont. Our friendship began on hoedown night, when Bren came into Devon & I's room in Page Hall to ask if we had any more twigs for her to add to her tumbleweed ensemble. From that moment on, I knew we'd be friends. Bren is the person to go to when things are rough or light, she's the best walk and debrief partner around, and every time I get to visit Santa Barbara, I know that means filling up on outdoor time with this old friend. We've seen each other through so much through the years. Love you Brenaldo!
Groomsman
Connor, my friend, my brother, my pillar of Irish courage and grit. Connor embodies the steely blood of the Irish with the heart of an Englishman, a rare duality that leads to both kindness and toughness balanced upon the ends of a wide smile. Connor is perhaps the most suitable man I have ever met to manufacture a good cup of tea, yet entirely at home waist deep in a Washington mud river pounding his chest with the brawly good nature that gave the Irish their reputation. Also, if Connor reads this he may not even show up to the wedding due to ethnic frustration at the perpetual Irish jokes made about his English heritage, so it is an even 50/50 whether or not you blessed crowd will even be able to meet this international specimen of a man.
Bridesmaid
Olga, my future sister-in-law, and constant friend. You are such a gift. Though I already consider you family, I am so excited to make it official. I was so touched to be one of your bridesmaids, and am so thrilled you'll be one of mine. Thank you for all your advice, listening ear, and encouragement. I am so thankful for you, and cannot wait for years of family and friendship ahead.
Groomsman
Mason Neal is my brother. This is the truest statement in legality, philosophy and theology that I could possibly make. I love him, learn from him, follow his example, trust in him for advice and council, and owe a not insignificant amount to him for being the one to give me the courage to ask the pretty girl I saw eating at his table to go out with me. I did, and now he has agreed to stand with me, and that woman, as we get married. Mason Neal is a one of a kind. If you win a moment with this Irish cowboy, ask him his thoughts on the Aes Sedai.
Bridesmaid
Serina, my childhood friend. You have been so dear to me since age 7. We've known each other for nearly all of our lives, and I am so thankful for your friendship. To have someone know me for that long, and to have you stick by my side through it all is something I will be eternally grateful for. Thank you for your generous friendship and insightful perspective. I am so proud of all you've accomplished, and cannot wait for what the years ahead have in store.
Groomsman
Jacob Howard. This man is a legend. He has been my friend since the first day of sophomore year of high school when I was the new, and extremely self-conscious, kid at a small school. Jacob was a suave Californian looking Oregonian local who ran up to me after class to shake my hand and enter into the first tender minutes friendship that is still chugging along full steam. If you were looking for a remnant of the courage and discipline of our forefathers, it is found in Jacob. This man is the full wave spectrum of light; his presence illuminates even the darkest of Oregon winter days. If you find a moment with Jacob, ask him how he fixes eggs for breakfast with a ziploc bag.
Bridesmaid
Meg has such a warm and open heart. She's such a joy and one of the most thoughtful people I know. From our shared familial ties to Hawaii, to years at Westmont, and now living in different places, Meg is a constant and loyal friend - always up for adventures and sleeping in the great outdoors. We love you Meg and your friendship is so sweet! - Even sweeter than a piece of birthday cake hand delivered out in the ocean waves.
Groomsman
Yanik is my little German brother. Yanik has the strength of an ox, the voice of a songbird, and brought his wide smile to America to live at my mother's house for an exchange program five years ago. Despite leaving our house at the end of the program, he has been yet unable to escape from our family. He is currently studying in the Netherlands, and has come once more to the West Coast to grace us with his wildfire laughter and good natured soul.
Reader
Dusty and I discovered the world of Wes Andersen, the Beatles, and some of the best and worst movies ever made together. We've known each other since the 5th grade, when we'd sneak back to class by crawling under the covered wagon in Mr. Lee's history class. Through school, work, and traveling we've seen life side by side, and I am so touched to have him as part of our wedding party on Tim and I's big day. Throughout the years, we've been known as friends, siblings, cousins, and the humorous mother/son.
Officiant
Rob has been a steadfast person of insight and joy since our first days at Westmont. While Tim and I love Rob so much and are so grateful for him and his gift of officiating our marriage, we cannot speak praises of just him. Sam, Rob's wife and our dear friend, is Rob's other half to one of the best dynamic duos and now new parents of sweet little Wesley. We are so grateful for their friendship and encouragement; they are such an inspiration to living a real and authentic life full of the greatest highs and deepest valleys.