Let's party (and get married)!

We met planting vegetables at a service project during law school orientation. Reed's big black combat boots and tight jeans were shockingly west coast for Megan's midwestern sensibilities. Over the next two years, our friendship grew: From laughing so hard in Corporations class that one of us had to exit the room, to holding hands at a Father John Misty concert, to downing a bottle of wine apiece so we could drown the anxiety before our first kiss. After Reed commented on how great the relationship was for the 100th time, Megan suggested just proposing already. He did, in Iceland, while wearing a waterproof cape. Megan wore her favorite hat, a gift from Reed.