One of my besties Sarah Dehart tied the knot last night. It was, as some would say, a Christmas miracle. See … Sarah hasn’t always been exactly what you’d call “the marryin’ kind”.  Besides being fiercely independent, regimented and stubborn, her unabated energy has devoured several lesser-known men whole.  She is a force to be reckoned with. Good thing she finally met her match when she stumbled across her beloved hubby, Patrick.

Patrick is stable chocolate to her neurotic peanut butter. He’s a soothing pea to her frenzied carrot. He’s the wind beneath her always-flapping, ever-kinetic, never-resting wings. Also, he’s like 9’4″ and she’s like 5’2″– in heels. They compliment each other on so many levels.

While the two lovebirds have been engaged for a while, they managed to pull together a beautiful outdoor wedding ceremony in a mere ten weeks.  It was a smallish, intimate affair with good friends, close family and a smattering of hippies from every microcosm of the universe. Tattoos were abundant. Patchouli was plentiful. And everyone there was so remarkably chill it made me wonder if I should have popped a Xanax before joining in the festivities.

There were laugh out loud moments of sincerity and joy at the ceremony. Patrick vowed to always bend down to kiss Sarah, since he’s like the human equivalent of a giraffe.  Sarah bounced, shimmied and swayed through the service with non-stop nervous energy.  Being a farmer, Sarah has a deep connection with the ground on which we stand. Chances are, she probably felt the earth tilting on its axis and was just riding the wave.

The rest of the evening was a big blur. I do remember bawling like an 8-year old when I finally got the chance to tell Sarah congrats. I blubbered like any proud older sister, er, brother would. The reception was an upbeat, festive, foodie affair. Dinner wasn’t just delicious, it was a nurturing menu of mostly gluten-free and/or vegetarian dishes with veggies and proteins from nearby farmers/butchers. The wedding cake was a homemade trifecta of tasty, a tiered mix of red velvet (using beet juice), carrot cake (uh, carrots grown locally) and strawberry cake (hand-picked by the baker).

Patrick beamed the entire evening … radiating cool confidence alongside a goofy smile. Because Patrick towers over everyone, you can spy him anywhere in a crowd. And the look on his face said it all … it said, “I won the prize.”  Sarah, meanwhile, was like a living China doll come to life.  Pretty, elegant and hyperactive, not unlike an ethereal hummingbird. She flitted around and simply owned the entire evening, like any bride should. Watching the two of them surrounded by so much adoration was a testament to their friends. So much positive energy, so much good juju, so much dancing and singing. (Shout out, Lisa Donnelly.)  It was an entire room of humans who were sworn to love, honor and cherish the newly married couple.

Props, kudos and congrats, kids. Every time the term “kindred spirit” is uttered I will always defer to you two.  It was a simple, perfect evening for a simply perfect couple.