One of my closest childhood friends was married in their backyard farm in Tacoma last weekend, and I was so grateful to be there and to be apart of it. It rained, I cried tears of joy. It was the romantic kind of rain, only found in Washington. And again in romantic fashion, a rainbow followed during the reception, and the sky opened up at the end of the night in order to see the stars. What more could you ask for. Also, they own goats. They're goat parents. Cheers to lifelong friends.