We're getting married!

Past history. . .
February 15, 2004: Cameron asked me to marry him. It was the second day of our vacation in New Mexico; we were in Taos. We spent the next week wandering around the winter desert in a delirious fog of bliss. If you can't use phrases like 'delirious fog of bliss' on a wedding website, when can you?


We (okay, I) got stuck in a snowbank to take this shot. Some very nice people from Texas pulled us out, commenting that they'd never done this in snow before, just mud.

And yes, I have a ring - and yes, it was the right size, and yes, Cameron picked it. He has good taste. And no, I don't know if I'm changing my name. If you happen to think of a way to combine our last names into one word that doesn't sound like a sneeze or a drunken slur, let us know.


Note how smug Cameron looks.


Note how smug I look.

Further back. . .
We started going out during a trip to Oregon, a few days after our friends' Rhea and Steve's wedding in August '02. By the end of the year we'd taken three week-long vacations in six months (a record we're still trying to beat).


The Pacific Northwest, where we saw not one but two or three elk, including one we climbed through a ditch to get away from.


Small European street.


Grand Canyon and Cameron. 'Nuff said.

The following February, we moved to Cupertino together.


January 2003

Back before we started going out, we were friends: first in high school, then in college, and then after college.

And now we're getting married!