The whole point of our trip to Michigan was to watch one of Mike’s best friends get married. Mike was the Best Man. It was a lot of fun. We danced and drank and laughed and cried. Well, I cried. It was a lot of fun until I had a minor mental breakdown because I didn’t think I was a fun enough wife. Mike told me I was acting like a crazy person so then we went back to the party. Ah, emotions.
Here’s a photo of Mike riding on a the back of a groomsman:
Andy and Tammy are very clearly meant to be together and we were so happy to be included.