The first time I met Heather I was 22 years old. She was a good friend’s roommate. Both single ladies, we sat on a crushed velvet yellow couch from the seventies and discussed every single twenty-something’s favorite topic. Boys. For hours. If only we had a crystal ball, we could have looked into the future to see the two lovely men who would, years later, become our husbands and relaxed a little bit. It was really special to be a part of Heather’s wedding to Tony. Every corner was bursting with personality, just like the lovely couple. Vintage style, Rifle Paper inspired florals, Berger Park along Lake Michigan, and the most adorable little pie shop complete with picnic tables and a bluegrass band provided the backdrop for their gorgeous wedding day.