Three years ago today, I married the guy who I have been referring to on this blog as “Will.” (Because that’s his name and that’s what I call him. I’m not much of a nickname person.)

I think we can both say that it was the best day of our lives so far.

Yes, we were thrilled to be in love and marrying each other (right, Will??), but one of the best things about that day was that we had pretty much ALL of our family and friends in one place, celebrating that love.

They arrived.

They helped me get dressed.

They prentended not to notice the horrendous golf ball-sized zit that I OF COURSE had on my wedding day.

They handed out programs.

They sat.

They stood.

They nonchalantly wiped sweat off their brows. (It was a bit warm that day.)

They escorted.

They read poems.

They hugged.

They posed.

They looked beautiful.

They wondered when they could get inside. (Ok, it was hot that day…)

They drank.

They gave toasts.

They got M&Ms.

And cake.

They smiled.

They laughed.

They took pictures.

They twirled.

They got a little bit softer now.

They danced.

And danced.

And danced.

And finally…they ate cheeseburgers at midnight.

And they were all so sincere and really just happy for us. If they didn’t feel the love that night, they did a pretty darn good job of faking it.

So I just want to thank all of our friends and family for being in our lives and being the wonderful people they are.

Because as good as Will and I are together, we wouldn’t be nearly as good as individuals without those guys. All 200+ of them.