I think it’s lovely that the very first piece of mail I received at my new apartment was Tiff and Tom’s wedding invitation.

I was there when they first met in person. (I was drunk, having spent the morning at a St. Paddy’s Day parade.) But even through my green-beer haze, you could tell that there was something natural — special, even — about the two of them together. And to be able to witness how far they’ve come and take a moment to reflect on how far they’ll go together, well, my cup runneth over. I’m honored to have been, and to continue to be, there through it all.

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