Nine years ago today, some of our very favorite people joined at @schroederssf and raised their glasses to Dique and me, and we did the same in return. It was a wonderful party on the eve of our wedding, but I don't remember anything that was said. Don't remember anything Dique's dad said, or that I said, or if anyone else talked... I was too busy being exhausted and emotional, because that day had been a disaster. Dique and I had a big To Do list and everything ran long, I lost my wallet, I had to cancel my nail appointment, and arrived at the tea I was hosting for my bridesmaids with wet hair and no make up. I had cried at least five times. I had canceled credit cards, panicked, stressed, sweat, and cursed. Honestly, it was awful. The tides turned at tea with my girls, because women supporting women can make everything better. They convinced me to just put on lipstick and a smile and shake the rest off. Dique, ever steady, had a solution for everything, and demanded I delegate tasks to him. The church rehearsal was fine, and dinner was delicious, though I remember thinking that maybe sausages and beer weren't the best choices regarding bloat and my gown. But my soon-to-be father-in-law made me feel welcomed and loved, as Dique's family has done from Day 1. My family and friends didn't falter and had strategies for getting my nails done and making sure I slept. I didn't know it then, but Friday, February 20th in 2009 was the storm before the calm. It was the shitty start to a wonderful wedding weekend, and because of it, because of all the sweat and tears and worry and work, our wedding day was nothing but joyful. Everything was perfect. I started beaming when the sun rised, and I didn't stop until I fell asleep for the first time as Mrs. Michael Holt. ❤️ So when today rolls around, I always think of how terrible it was and then how everyone rallied; how it was okay in the end. And how grateful I am for all of it, and especially for our village who showed up, and keeps showing up for us.