In true Emily fashion, the wedding that brought me to DC was tasteful and elegant, organized and inclusive, and loving and tear-full.
|Plane finishing its approach to DCA on our drive across the Potomac|
I learned a great deal about what it takes to have a strong marriage simply by watching her and her groom interact in the few seconds after her father left the alter.
|Mr. and Mrs.|
I am heartened to know that I leave DC with Emily in excellent hands, especially after accompanying her as her "wing woman" on several fateful adventures in our early days.
On to the party.
|My seat at dinner didn't have such a bad view of...|
|My old office building|
|True love is not smearing cake on your bride's face|
|Georgetown and DC at night|
In other news, S. continues to lay siege to personal bests at all distances. While I was recovering from hours of dancing in spike heels S. was pounding 10 miles of pavement, going 6 min faster than her goal time and taking one minute-per-mile off her previous PR.
Her response: "I couldn't believe that I ran an average pace that started with an "8"!!"