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Friday, Sept 7th - Sunday, Sept 9th

Hello friends and family! Welcome! We are so excited to celebrate with you this year!!! (hence, all the exclamation points). Please visit this website often for updates and information about our redwood wedding celebration. We hope that you can all join us in this special, one-of-a-kind place. 

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Sara's version...

this picture basically reflects isaiah's first impression of me. and look! this picture was  taken only a couple of months ago, so i guess not much has changed, heh heh! at any rate, i will defer to isaiah to fill in more details about that... 

but for me, seeing isaiah was honestly love-at-first-sight...and i didn't even believe in love at first sight! i met isaiah when he (and two other crew bosses) interviewed me for a job with the Washington Conservation Corps in Bellingham, WA. seated around a simple conference table, i was sitting back erect, pencil poised, and interview smile smeared across my mug alongside the other WCC interviewees. i didn't really know what i was getting myself into, but i'm sure i looked a bit out of place in my slacks and 'interview shirt' in juxtaposition to Joe Schmoe in dirty work hoody. (if i knew then what i know now, i would have known that Joe was dressed more appropriately for the position, as a hoody and carhartts would be my future uniform for two years.)

back to the interview...we are all sitting at the table listening to Boss A (Nick Saling) and Boss B (Michael Koenen) blab on about the open positions as we waited for Boss C (Isaiah Webb) to show up. (what foreshadowing! my partner, the turtle.) eventually, isaiah walked into the room. now, i had talked to him over the phone one time, and even then, i loved the sound and cadence of his voice, and of course, his name! so in walks this young red-bearded dude, red beenie, workpants, pendleton layered on pendleton, work boots...and WHAM! i am smack-dab in love with this man, ok, in lust. i had honestly never felt that way before about a person that i had known for ~2 minutes. 

we were fast friends. he was the kindest man, thoughtful, soft spoken, adventurous, and honest. he traded me his "good seat" in the movie theater for my bad one, he held my hand when we went hiking, he loved music, people loved him, he rode his bike everywhere, and for what i could tell, there wasn't a vain bone in his body. he radiated self-confidence in a humble, midwest farmboy kind of way. i usually tell people that i knew i wanted to be with him when i moved into a new apartment, and he came over to help bringing me a mixed tape of christmas music (i LOVE xmas music), and COOKED THAI FOOD for me while i arranged my room. who was this person?!!! and he can cook?!!! so. amazing.

but you know when i REALLY knew that i wanted to be with isaiah for as long as he would have me? we had been dating for maybe two months, and he had just asked me if i wanted to move in with him. i had never lived with a boyfriend before and told him that i would think about it. that week, all WCC crews went to a week-long work training during which i proceeded to have so much fun that i tore two ligaments in my left knee (ACL and MCL). it was terrible. after the training, i wasnt dropped off at home, i went straight to isaiah's where he cared for me day and night. barely knowing this person (and new to Bellingham), i had to rely on him to move around, get in and out of the shower, get dressed, go to the bathroom, etc.!!! as soon as i was well enough to get around, we moved my stuff into his house that he shared with is brother, Zeke, and i never looked back. 

he was my best friend from the very first. seven years later, i still can't wait for him to get home after work. i can't imagine sharing my life with anyone else. 

PS. Don't try this at home. or at work. or try it, and tear your ACL. 

Isaiah's version...

I wish I could also say that it was “love at first sight”, because that would be a really good story, but even if it were true my version wouldn’t be as good as Sara’s because she’s a better story teller than I am. No, my story of the first time I saw Sara is that the notebook and pencil in hand made me think that she was a “nerdy note taker.” In our seven years together I have come to love and appreciate her preparedness and planning, but that first time I just thought she was a big dork who didn’t realize she was way overdressed and over prepared to interview for a job planting trees in the mud.

            

Then my second memory of Sara was from a coworker’s birthday party where she started cleaning up dishes during the party. I assumed she lived there and was just a little bit of a neat freak, but I later found out she didn’t live there, she had just taken charge of cleaning up to help out, another one of her amazing qualities that I love now, but seemed strange to me at the time.

          

But then finally, at a work training, we started talking about music we liked and low and behold, she liked a lot of the same bands as me, including My Morning Jacket! My favorite band at the time (man what happened to them?). No strike three, instead the third time was the charm. We started hanging out, went to see a movie and get ice cream, and I was quickly realizing that she wasn’t the dork I had first seen in the interview.

             

Then, we went on a hike and that was the real turning point for me. We were just getting to know each other so of course I was a little nervous, but she was so easy to talk to, to open up to and share with, and I wasn’t afraid to show her I liked her by holding hands. After that hike I took every opportunity to spend time with her, even asking her to join me at an appointment to look at a house for me and my brother. She had told me she liked checking out houses, and I had no idea then I would be asking her to move into that same house with me after less than two months together. It didn’t feel rushed to me, and I think her knee injury worked in my favor, giving her a good reason to go ahead and move in with me so I could help take care of her.     

We’ve been together ever since and even though I wasn’t as quick to ask her to marry me as I was to ask her to move in, lucky me, she said yes again.