Matron of Honor
Has literally been there since the beginning and Just Gets It. Sincere and practical. Always satisfies the need for a cozy coffee or beer and a super thoughtful chat. Avid reader.
Matron of Honor
My thought partner with the biggest heart. We’ve lived together for three years, and we learned a lot of things together, like how to sauté garlic. Cait is wonderful at cultivating spaces that bring people together—she does it in all parts of her life.
Bridesmaid
My brother’s awesome girlfriend. The spunkiest friend, who has the best tips for make-up and being an organized human. Makes the best homemade pasta. Says it like it is.
Bridesmaid
Ask her about clay. Caro is spontaneous and also intentional. She’s southern, in a way that makes you like the south more than you did before. Sister of Laura.
Bridesmaid
We thrived and survived grad school together. We’re good at being nerds, goofballs, or old southern ladies together, depending on the situation. Look for her on the dance floor.
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She had all the best birthday parties back in the day, but that’s not why we are friends. Molly also happens to bethe most creative and thoughtful introvert, and so we click. Always have. Even during adolescence. We made (almost) 1,000 paper cranes once. Cares deeply about others and also has a competitive streak.
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The youngest of the Lynch cousins, Polly is adventurous and a little funky. She graduated in May with a chemistry degree from William & Mary and is going on to do her PhD. has plans for a cross-country trip. Traveler of Germany.
Bridesmaid
Resident of Seattle. Steady and graceful. Lynch cousin. Psychology major. A master at actually having a real conversation during a Christmas dinner.
Bridesmaid
Mae was warm and friendly to me during a nerve-wracking meet-the-parents date, and I’ve trusted her ever since. Expert baker. Ask her about American history.
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Scott’s younger sister. Sweet and a bit sassy, like a good peach salsa. We’ve bonded sharing a room at the Remer family beach trip the last two years.
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My anthropology soul sister. We navigated everything from faith to thesis together in college. Wise and articulate. She’s relaxed and graceful like the Bahamian islands where she was raised. Maria is married to Nic and the amazing mother to identical twins, little Violet and Cora.
Best Man
Dave’s been in the picture for the last 26 years, and it’s arguable that no one knows me (Scott, the groom) better. Brilliant and deceptively caring despite the occasional rough exterior, there’s no machine or system that Dave can’t figure out. He’s got a ready mind that’s always prying into something. Great RC pilot, long-hair haver, new father.
Best Man
Duke’s been in the picture for a while now too, over 21 years. One of the most sincere and gentle people I know—when he’s not doing some gross thing or another. He’s accumulated an in-depth knowledge of Eastern Europe and speaks Russian, having just spent a semester at one of Moscow’s premier universities. Duke cares about people and about God. Sometimes he’s a moustache-haver.
Groomsman
I didn’t like Dan the first time I met him, which was immediately after I moved to Northern VA from Arkansas. It took a few years and a cresmed (you read it right) laptop screen, but Nasty Dan has proven to be one of my most faithful and consistent friends over the years. Not a long-hair haver, but new baby-haver. Also basically King of Fairfax County.
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I was jealous of Jonny’s frosted tips in high school and his cool hemp bead necklaces, and I stole his Evanescence CD. Jonny and I spent endless hours playing Zelda, Rush ‘n’ Attack, and growing in our Christian faith. Jonny is a many-baby haver and recently completed residency. Full fledged Dr. Garber now. Talk about upward mobility.
Groomsman
Dave was responsible for introducing me to Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure before shipping off to West Point to become Mr. Army. Except for the rare occasions when he gets riled up, Davey is like a placid lake; quiet and smooth on the surface with a lot going on deep down. He used to be a big-hair haver, and when Leslie and work allow, a great beard-haver.
Groomsman
Easy-going with a ready laugh, Matt’s relaxed nature belies sharp journalistic chops and a keen mind. As Grace’s brother, Matt is now destined to be my brother. Which is a good thing, since he has a good beard and a cool dog.
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Stoker was my roommate for a year before he was my friend, but Battlestar Galactica, scotch, Smash Bros, and the occasional theological conversation eventually led to a real and deep friendship. Let's be honest, memes also helped. Stoker is an occasional and talented mustache-haver.
Groomsman
Larry is bigger than me, even though his truck is a little smaller than mine. His mind and experience are expansive, and I’m not sure anyone is much better at making people feel comfortable and welcome. No one I would have rather been with while experiencing the purgatory of a train ride across Siberia and drinking strange Swiss liquors.
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Ethan is a good midwestern boy who is bad for your health; I became convinced of this after a drink too many with him around a campfire pontificating on the finer distinctions of beauty, truth, and goodness. Then watching a movie about tanks. Dostoyevski was the vehicle of our friendship initially, and Ethan gets to spend his life reading literature and studying God at the University of Toronto and beyond. Ethan is a two-cat haver-haver.
Groomsman
Andrew was one of those people that just became a friend over many years through shared friends, experiences, and beliefs, but he’s proven to be a faithful one. A strange mix of high-tech skills and in-the-dirt farming convictions, Andrew is adept at most any situation, even shooting hedgehogs and putting holes in his barn. Andrew is a many-kid haver and a many-sheep haver.
Groomsman
I met Kyle on a ship in the middle of the Pacific. There was nothing else in to do for weeks at sea, and he spoke English, so we ended up watching horror movies in random parts of the ship and commiserating. Understatedly badass, Kyle is a former navy diver, perhaps the most prolific reader I know with a steel trap for a mind, and an immensely talented carpenter and baker. Kyle is a new-son haver and not a facial-hair haver.
Groomsman
Mitch is an old friend, possessed of a relaxed, genuine nature, a curious mind, and a talent for being the coolest person in the group. Also one of the best laughers I know. A recent transplant to Brooklyn, Mitch has made a name for himself in US media. Mitch is a long-hair haver.
Groomsman
No one else is like Ryan. He was my best friend for a while when I was in a bit of a lonely patch, and we led a mission trip to Mexico, then he left me for Krystin. We didn’t talk for years, then out of the blue we became friends again. If you want to think about something in a way you never have before, just ask Ryan about it—guaranteed to make you think and to probably laugh. Ryan is a not-finger-haver, er, he lost a portion of a finger when he was a kid. He’s also probably a conspiracy-theory haver.